"Mary"
Brandon shouted as he left the vault, Hearing her name, Mary moved to his position quickly, only stopping to stare at her commander in his full battle attire. The commander of Legend was right in front of her, the fable spread down through the Alliance cell since its founding, was right in front of her.
"Starstruck?"
Brandon asked shaking his head,
"Don't be, whatever stories you have heard are just that, stories. I was a figurehead for a group of very powerful beings, as a whole, we stopped Vitiate, it wasn't just me. We will need a group like that once more, especially if he got free before I did. I dread to think that we are operating too late already. A mind like his is truly unpredictable, if his power begins to snowball again, we will lose before we can even begin."
Mary looked at the floor,
"Your power is weaker than before right? Way weaker, I can barely feel the force surrounding you, Arcann described it as an endless ocean, I can feel nothing but a drop of water."
Brandon laughed at this,
"It is a lot weaker than before, weaker than when I became a Padawan, it what happens when you live in a state between life and death, the force flows through all living beings, not those that dangle between living and not. I have a plan on how to fix it, it will take time but I'm going on a pilgrimage, to visit worlds long lost."
Brandon walked next to Mary and Asked
"I will be gone for a month or two maximum, by then could you have the core group of the cell ready to move? Zakuul will not be a safe base for us, even if the Galaxy has forgotten about the Planet, Vitiate will not. Do you also have a spare ship I can use to leave the planet? Nothing fancy, just something that gets me from point a to point b easily."
The young girl smiled, looking directly into Brandon's eyes. he remarked
"We do, we have a prototype Zakuul explorer that we 'borrowed from the government, as far as they know it exploded during the test runs. It has tech salvaged from the ruins of Ioakath, making it faster and more efficient compared to other ships. We named it the Gravestone, the only name that would make sense for the ship of Commander of the Alliance."
Brandon smiled and thanked Mary, after being shown to the ship bay built under the spire, Brandon glanced at his new ship, taking in the sight. It appeared to be a heavily modified version of his old Jedi ship, now in the golden colours of Zakuul. The mounted blasters on the ship looked different to anything he had seen before, as did the armour plating.
'A new material? I will have to ask about it when I get back, for now, I will travel to the world where my journey first started all those years ago, Tython...
"Commander, what do you mean? You were told to escort the outlander straight here, explain to me how you lost him again? Better yet tell me where he is?"
The president screeched at the young knight commander,
"The most important person to us, someone who could lead us back into galactic dominance gone because you couldn't follow him, how long was he asleep? Surely his speed and power is significantly lower, so, Your reason?"
The commander lowered her head but contrary to what the councilmen believed, it wasn't out of respect or attainment, in fact, a smile was plastered across the young girls face.
"Not all of his powers were lost, we hadn't considered the fact that he may have left a network here in preparation for his return, he was adamant that I escort him to the outlands, specifically where the Gravestone first crashed."
A scowl covered the President's face,
"Take a squad and see if you can find him, he is not to escape you a second time, am I understood?"
The Young commander nodded her head, leaving the chamber, she muttered "Ancestor, you have returned, Lana was correct, I will serve you to the best of my ability."