Chapter 3, Part 6

*the scene opens some time after the last. Our heroes have returned to the surface, and are traveling back to the Danube.*

Emma, enthusiastically: So then I was all 'take THAT, squid-thingy' and I chopped its head off!

Saganami: Why do I get the feeling there's something you left out of that colorful tale?

Gonick: Because you made an uncommonly good Intuition check?

Sparc, chuckling: Gotta love them natural 20s...

*Sparc looks at his scanner, pauses, and looks confused*

Sparc: Hey guys, wait up.

*the others backtrack a slight bit, and regard Sparc with curiosity*

Sparc: I'm showing a fifth life form around.

Gonick: I knew it. A place like this spawns ravens...

Sparc: It's not a raven. It's human, or at least near-human. And it's between us and our ship.

Gonick: You mean MY ship...

Sparc: THE ship. So what should we do?

Saganami: Find out what they want?

Emma: Works for me.

Gonick, muttering: It's my ship, dammit...

Sparc: Ok then. We keep going.

*they continue on, and meet up with a figure. It appears humanoid, and is clad in dark colored robes.*

Gonick: Hiya! What's up?

Figure: I am Gilgamesh, the Dancer. My mission is your death. Surrender, and it will be quick. Resist, and it will not.

Saganami: I have to admit, I'm not loving those options.

Emma: Yeah, I think we're going with option three.

Sparc: Resist...

Gonick: ...and live.

Gilgamesh: Fools. So be it.

*the dark cloak falls from the figure's shoulders, and a human-appearing female dressed in dark-colored robes draws two lightsabers. She activates them, and they pierce the surroundings, with both their energetic hum and the brilliant vermilion glow. Sparc attacks head-on, and Emma and Saganami move to flank. Gonick slips off into the darkness. Emma, Saganami, and Sparc duel Gilgamesh for quite some time. During the battle, Sparc is knocked unconscious by a kick to his head, and Saganami is disabled similarly.*

Gilgamesh: It would seem that your trio's down to two.

Emma: Yes, it would. But things are not always as they seem.

Gilgamesh: Oh? Perhaps to a limited being such as yourself.

Emma: Heh. Look who's talking.

*the area is bathed in a bright white light, as the Danube hovers overhead. A rope drops from the cockpit door, and Gonick slides halfway down. He extends a hand, and Gilgamesh is thrown back. Emma grabs Saganami, and Gonick lifts Sparc. With this assistance, Sparc, Saganami, and Gonick re-enter the cabin. Emma pauses at the door to shout to Gilgamesh, who has righted herself*

Emma, shouting over the Danube's engines: Limited being, my ass! How do you miss a spaceship?

Gilgamesh: This is not over!

Emma: Fine by me! I'll look forward to your next visit!

*Gilgamesh stares lividly at the Danube, but Emma has closed the cockpit door. The Danube exits the atmosphere, and jumps into hyperspace*

*scene ends*

Chapter 3, Part 5

*the scene opens in a large square room, with four glowing circles in each corner. A larger glowing circle is in the center. The four circles glow more brightly, and Sparc, Saganami, Emma, and Gonick each rise into one. The image of the Twi'lek male from before stands in the center of the room, in the middle of the central circle.*

Gonick: Hey guys. What's up?

Emma, a tad sullenly: I don't want to talk about it...

Saganami, thoughtfully: I saw this Echani chick...

Sparc, brightly: I got a holocron!

Gonick: You too?

Emma and Saganami, in unison: As did I.

*Emma and Saganami exchange a surprised look, and Gonick chuckles*

Sparc: Yeah, cool, huh. I also got this lightsaber thingy...

Gonick, to Emma and Saganami: You too?

Emma: I got two.

Saganami: Me too.

Gonick: .......

Gonick: Ok, enough with the too/two thing...

Holographic Figure: Now that you have all passed your individual tests, you must now learn to work as a group. While a Jedi has considerable inner strength, he also knows that he can rely on others to complete his tasks. In five minutes, a beast known as a terentatek will be released into this room. Once you have achieved victory, you will be returned to the surface. May the force be with you.

*he fades out*

Saganami: Terentatek, huh. Sounds nasty...

Sparc: Oh, it is. They're basically Force-eating, living tanks.

Emma: And whatever took us to those rooms also took our lasguns.

Gonick: My pulser's gone, too. But we do have these...

*he pulls out the metal cylinder from before and looks at it closely. He sees a switch on the outside*

Gonick: Ok, stand back. I think I know what this does, but just to be safe...

Emma: We moved away when you pulled that out of your bag. We know what happens when you get a new shiny techy toy.

Gonick, rolling eyes: Right. Anywho... *he thumbs the switch*

*the twin viridian blades of the lightsaber hum to life, and Gonick twirls it experimentally*

Gonick: Huh. The only weight is in the hilt. Gotta be careful of that...

*the others try out theirs, with varying degrees of gusto*

Emma: Whoa, dig the purple.

Saganami: Turquoise has always been my color.

Emma, sarcastically: Yeah, it really sets off your eyes.

Sparc, wielding a twin-bladed yellow saber: Hey, Saganami! Mine is longer!

Saganami, to Sparc: Yeah? Well, I have TWO!

Gonick: Now, now, gentlemen. We all know that it's not the size that matters, it's how you get to use it.

Emma, amusedly disgusted and rolling her eyes: Men.

*a humming sound begins to be audible, and the center circle begins to glow more brightly*

Saganami: I guess it's been five minutes....

*a very large creature rises into the center of the room. To say that it looked imposing would be akin to saying that Hoth is a tad nippy. It stood on two legs, and every inch of its body seemed to be either covered by bone plates or bone spikes. It roars loudly, and charges at Emma. She dodges deftly, and the others attack. She joins in shortly afterwards. They fight the creature for nearly an hour, before it finally succumbs to its wounds.*

Emma: Hah. Yes!

Saganami: That was intense...

Sparc: *pained whimper*

Gonick: *falls over*

*the holographic Twi'lek re-materializes, and speaks*

Figure: You have shown true strength, both individually and collectively. You have also demonstrated wisdom and moral fiber. The platform upon which the terentatek stood will return you to the surface. The holocrons you received will teach you how to channel the Force, so heed their wisdom. The regenerative field within this room activated when the terentatek was defeated,so you all should be fully healed by now. You came to Ossus as mere spacers. You leave as true Jedi... May the Force be with you.

*he fades out*

Gonick, who has gotten back up: Gonick, Jedi Knight, huh. Cool!

Emma: Yeah, spiffy. Let's get out of here.

*they enter the center circle, which platformizes and carries them upwards.*

*scene ends*

Chapter 3, Part 4 (Saganami)

*the scene opens in total darkness. Slowly, lights come on, but it's still quite dim. The scene is revealed to be a small, round room with a door on one side. Edward Saganami is unconscious in the middle of the room, but soon comes to and sits up. He blinks once, twice, then sits up, then stands.*

Saganami: Huh. Ow. What a headache... Glad I have the medkit.

*he pops a few aspirin, opens the door, and leaves the room. The door leads to a corridor, then to a large rectangular room. As Saganami enters the room, the lights flare, and the door closes behind him. A figure stands in the middle of the room, glowing slightly. The figure is an Echani female, with short white hair, and simple, yet efficient white robes. Saganami walks up to her.*

Glowing Figure: I was once Brianna, the Last Handmaiden. But no more. Everything that I was has passed into the Force. I speak now through a holocron.

Saganami: Holowhatnow?

Brianna: A Jedi tool. One of learning, and of teaching. I must learn if you are worthy to be taught.

Saganami: How do you propose to do that?

Brianna: Through combat. Battle is a form of self-expression, of communication. I will learn more through a duel than I ever could through conversation.

*a metal quarterstaff appears by each of them, and they duel. The dual lasts for quite a while, and Saganami even manages to impress himself. However, he misses a parry, and Brianna scores a final blow. However, this is a duel, not a fight, so he's not dead*

Saganami: Ow.

Brianna: You are worthy.

*she fades out, and a door opens. Edward Saganami goes through the now-open door. On the other side is a small, round room very similar to the one he awoke in. There are three pedestals in the room, one with a pyramidal object, the other two with metallic cylinders. One cylinder is slightly shorter than the other, and the pyramidal object glows with a soft blue light. Saganami hefts the longer cylinder experimentally, and places it, along with the pyramid and other cylinder into his bag, mentally shrugging as he does so. The pedestals sink into the floor, and a platform much like the one from earlier rises from the ground. Saganami steps onto it, and it carries him upward.*

*scene ends*

Chapter 3, Part 4 (Sparc)

*the scene opens in total darkness. Slowly, lights come on, but it's still quite dim. The scene is revealed to be a small, round room with a door on one side. Sparc is unconscious in the middle of the room, but soon comes to and sits up. He blinks once, twice, then sits up, then stands.*

Sparc: I wish I carried the medkit... want aspirin.... ow.

*he pulls out his scanner, and finds that it's non-functional*

Sparc: I knew I shoulda charged the batteries on this thing before we left....

*he opens the door, and leaves the room. The door leads to a corridor, and then to a larger, square room. As Sparc enters the room, it immediately becomes very bright, though there are no obvious light sources. Sparc shields his eyes, and hears a door close behind him. The light dims to more normal levels, and a holographic image is in the middle of the room. The image is of a human female, dressed in somewhat ornate tan robes. Sparc walks up to her.*

Hologram: I am the image of Bastila Shan, once a Jedi Knight. But that was many, many eons ago. Now all that I was in life has passed into the Force. But I left my thoughts and teachings in a holocron, from which my image is projected.

Sparc: What's a holocron?

Bastila: A crystal lattice device, designed to hold extremely large amounts of data. Jedi have been known to pattern their internal lattices after their own neural networks, and as such, much of their knowledge and personality. This also allows a large degree of interactivity, projecting a holographic image known as a 'gatekeeper'.

Sparc: And what does this 'gatekeeper' do?

Bastila: It mainly serves to provide access to the large quantities of data stored in memory, while providing a more personal touch. In Jedi holocrons, the gatekeeper serves to judge what level, if any, of knowledge to share with the user. Disclosing too much information too quickly is dangerous.

Sparc: Dangerous? It's information. Information is never dangerous in and of itself.

Bastila: Oh? What of the knowledge of a technique that would eliminate the entire population of a planet with a single thought? Or perhaps the schematics for a thought-control device?

Sparc: It's just data. In the hands of a librarian, it would do nothing. It would merely sit in a databank. Knowledge is only dangerous in the hands of a dangerous person.

Bastila: So you would submit that information is neither inherently good or bad, but can be used for either?

Sparc: That's correct. The examples you used earlier, of a technique to wipe out all life on a planet? Perhaps a planet is the breeding ground of a virulent and deadly plague virus, but no sentients. Such a technique could potentially save trillions of lives. And the principle works in reverse, as well. For example, imagine a device that could slow down the orbit of a planet. It could be used to extend the growing season, and end a famine. However, it could also be used to bring the planet's orbit almost to a halt, damning half of its population to eternal winter and darkness.

Bastila: Interesting. I believe you have passed.

Sparc: Passed?

Bastila: Yes. Our discussion was a test, to help me gauge your intentions, and your level of wisdom.

Sparc: From a ten-minute conversation?

Bastila: Yes. While the conversation did provide insight, the scans of your mind were also a factor.

Sparc: You scanned my brain? I hope I don't get cancer.

Bastila: It's never happened before.

Sparc: ...

Bastila: Anyways, you have passed the test. Go through the door on the far side of the room, and receive my lightsaber and my holocron. May the force be with you.

*Bastila shimmers out of existence, as a door opens on the far side of the room. Sparc goes through the now-open door. On the other side is a small, round room very similar to the one he awoke in. There are two pedestals in the room, one with a pyramidal object on it, and the other with an odd metal cylinder. The pyramidal object emits a soft blue glow, and the metal cylinder is quite obviously an electronic device. Sparc picks up each one, and puts them carefully into his bag. The pedestals sink into the floor, and a platform much like the one from earlier rises from the ground. Sparc steps onto it, and it carries him upward.*

*scene ends*

Chapter 3, Part 4 (Emma)

*the scene opens in total darkness. Slowly, lights come on, but it's still quite dim. The scene is revealed to be a small, round room with a door on one side. Emma is unconscious in the middle of the room, but soon comes to and sits up. She blinks once, twice, then sits up, then stands.*

Emma: Ow. My head....

Emma, pulling herself together: Hey! Guys! Where'd ya go?!

Emma, annoyed: Men.

*she opens the door and leaves the room. The door leads to a corridor, and then to a large, circular room. It is lit by what seems like torchlight, and resembles a colosseum. The unseen torches suddenly flare up, and a figure is now visible in the center of the arena. It is a middle-aged human male, with graying hair*

Emma, shocked: No! It can't be! You're dead!

Mysterious Figure: Indeed he is, young Emma. I am a hologram of your father, dead for years.

Emma, shouting angrily: What is this?! What are you-

Figure, interrupting: Do you know what your sin is, Emma?

*Emma stares daggers at the figure*

Figure: It's wrath. You have learned to hide it well underneath a morbid sense of humor, but it is real, and it runs deep. I represent he who taught it to you, so you may be judged.

Emma, icily: He judged me enough in life. I don't need you doing it now.

Figure: You are wrong.

*two very sharp swords shimmer into existence on the ground, one near Emma, the other near the figure. He lifts his, and Emma picks hers up.*

Figure: Defend yourself!

*the figure charges at Emma, sword at the ready. Emma parries neatly, and they duel. After a while, Emma manages to get the upper hand, kicks the figure, and decapitates him.*

Emma, heatedly yet ironically: Freud would have a field day with this.

*the figure begins to stand up, and Emma looks back, startled*

Emma: What?!

*the figure grows two more arms and another head, and another sword materializes in one of its hands*

Emma: You're s****ing me....

*the duel continues, and Emma removes one sword arm, then the other. Finally, she removes both heads with one smooth swing. Almost immediately, the figure grows two more heads, four more arms, and two more swords*

Emma: Aw, come on! Don't you know how to die?

*Realizing she's somewhat outmatched, she moves towards the outside of the arena. The figure follows, but somewhat slowly, as it still has only two legs. Emma is operating almost entirely on instinct at this point, and looks it, too*

Emma, thinking to herself: How? How can this be? How can I kill him?

*she continues to circle the perimeter, staying far enough away from the figure to avoid more cuts. She begins to center herself, and collects her thoughts.*

Emma, still thinking: Wait. There was a story I heard once. An ancient fable about a monster with a whole lotta heads, and the warrior who killed it... by using fire on the stumps.

*as she remembers this, her sword begins to flame, and another, shorter sword, also flaming, appears beside her.

Emma, smiling: Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout.

*she re-engages the Daddy-Monster, and this time, the limbs stay severed. She removes the sword arms, then the other arms, then finishes with a stab to the chest. It staggers backwards, and disintegrates*

Emma: *explosive sigh of relief and triumph*

*another figure shimmers into life, this time of a black male human. He is bald, and has an air of quiet dignity.*

Hologram: I am what remains of a Jedi Master once known as Mace Windu. Like you, I once had both light and darkness within me, and had to maintain a constant vigil to avoid succumbing to the darkness. One way I did this was to counter my wrath with patience, much as you did in the battle against the figure that represented that which you hate the most. In doing so, you realized the path to victory.

*a door opens on the floor of the room, and a ramp leads from it, down to a chamber*

Mace Windu: Go into this chamber, and receive my lightsabers, one with a Hurrikaine crystal, and the other a short saber for your off hand. You will also receive my holocron, from which you will learn many things, including the Vaapad. Vaapad is a form of lightsaber combat, that channels the light and darkness within, and brings them into focus. May the Force be with you.

*Windu shimmers out of existence*

Emma: Huh.

*Emma descends the ramp, and ends up in a small room, similar to the one she awoke in. There are three pedestals in the room, one with a pyramidal object, the other two with metallic cylinders. One cylinder is slightly shorter than the other, and the pyramidal object glows with a soft blue light. Emma shrugs, and places them carefully into her bag. The pedestals sink into the floor, and a platform much like the one from earlier rises from the ground. Emma steps onto it, and it carries her upward.*

*scene ends*

Chapter 3, Part 4 (Gonick)

*the scene opens in total darkness. Slowly, lights come on, but it's still quite dim. The scene is revealed to be a small, round room with a door on one side. Gonick is unconscious in the middle of the room, but soon comes to and sits up. He blinks once, twice, then sits up, then stands.*

Gonick: Oy... my head....

Gonick, having reclaimed his focus: Hm. Certainly is a round room. *more loudly, calling* Edward? Sparc? Emma?

Gonick, puzzled: Huh. Oh well, may as well try the door.

*he opens the door, and leaves the room. The door leads to a corridor, and then to a larger, square room. As Gonick enters the room, it immediately becomes very bright, though there are no obvious light sources. Gonick shields his eyes, and hears a door close behind him. The light dims to more normal levels, and a holographic image is in the middle of the room. The image is of a human female, dressed in simple tan robes. Gonick walks up to her.*

Hologram: I was once known as Aislin Avari, Jedi Master. But that was in times long since past. All that remains is this hologram, and my holocron.

Gonick, curiously: Holocron?

Aislin: A Jedi artifact. A tool of learning, and of teaching. I am being projected from the memory of one, but only in the role of judge.

Gonick, puzzled and perhaps a tad worried: Judge? Of what-

Aislin, interrupting: Do you know what your sin is, Gonick?

*Gonick, for his part, looks stricken*

Aislin, continuing: It's pride. There is no fault in self-confidence, but when one believes so strongly in one's self that they believe themselves infallible, they doom themselves, and those they care about.

Gonick, somewhat recovered, and a bit miffed: I know I'm not infallible!

Aislin: True. You are not completely lost. But the knowledge of your fallibility is only intellectual. You think of it as you would consider the possibility of rain, or the chance of a circuit to overload. You think yourself fallible, but you do not feel fallible.

Gonick: So what? You're saying I need to learn humility? This isn't a seminary, Sweetcheeks. If I need to fix something, I fix it. If I need to know something, I learn it. The only boundaries I have are those I would place upon myself.

Aislin: While it is true that the universe has endless possibilities *bzzt* not all *bzzrt* failure to *bzzat*

*Aislin's hologram has begun to flicker*

Gonick, annoyed: Dammit! Doesn't anyone charge the batteries around here?

Aislin, distorted and badly flickering: Ent.... neu.... trans...

*the Aislin hologram flickers a few more times and finally disappears. Soon afterwards, the lights return to their original dimness.*

Gonick: Well that's just spiffy.

*Gonick notices a small indentation on the floor where the Aislin hologram was standing, and realizes that it is a holo-emitter*

Gonick, to self: Hello hello. We'll just get you charged up and back to spec.

*He feels around on the floor, and removes a panel that housed the holo-emitter matrix*

*Several scenes go by, each showing Gonick fiddling with ancient circuity, and failing with each attempt. He also seems to be growing somewhat annoyed.*

Gonick, to nobody in particular: Aw, come on! I can do this! I certainly don't intend to hang out in this gorram fracking library for the rest of my life...

*the montage continues, with annoyance giving way to frustration, frustration giving way to deperation, and desperation finally spiralling into defeat*

Gonick, almost sobbing, to self: There's nothing wrong with this. The power flow is nominal. Every wire is perfect. The emitter crystal is flawless. It should work. But it's not. Without the heuristic protocols built into the library's systems, I can't turn on the lights, let alone open the doors. I can't fix this.

*Gonick begins to slump over onto the floor, but the lights return to about half what they were before, and the hologram of Aislin Avari shimmers back into existence*

Gonick, slowly realizing: There was no malfunction, was there?

Aislin: No. But now that you have experienced failure, that would doom yourself and those you seek to protect, you have once again internalized your fallibility.

Gonick, relieved: Heh. I guess I've learned my lesson, huh?

Aislin, as a door opens on the far side of the room: In this room, you will receive my holocron, as well as my lightsaber. You have proven yourself a worthy recipient of my knowledge, as well as a compassionate leader.

Gonick: One thing, before I go.

Aislin: Yes?

Gonick, curiously: How do you know? I mean, the test was pretty clearly intended for me. And I didn't say anything non technical when you were out. So how do you know me?

Aislin, with an impish smile: Now now, Gonick. You don't expect me to reveal all my secrets, do you?

*She fades out*

Gonick, amusedly: I suppose not.

*Gonick enters the small room behind the door on the far side of the room. It is a small, round room very similar to the one he awoke in. There are two pedestals in the room, one with a pyramidal object on it, and the other with an odd metal cylinder. The pyramidal object emits a soft blue glow, and the metal cylinder is quite obviously an electronic device. Gonick picks up each one, and puts them carefully into his bag. The pedestals sink into the floor, and a platform much like the one from earlier rises from the ground. Gonick steps onto it, and it carries him upward.*

*scene ends*

Chapter 3, Part 3

*the scene opens much where the last one left off, with perhaps five minutes having passed. Gonick, Emma, and Saganami walk along the dark surface of the planet, heads swiveling as they look around with their flashlights. Sparc does similarly, but with a palm-sized scanner.*

Gonick: So what are we looking for on this dark and stormy planet, anyway? You said the building would most likely be gone.

Sparc: Well it is. If there were any doubt, it's gone now.

Saganami: ???

Sparc: We would see it.

Saganami: Ah.

Sparc: But, to answer Gonick's question, while the grand, above-ground part of the Library is gone, these kinds of places are often designed with redundant, below-ground information storage.

Gonick: A lonely library on a dark and stormy night? I'm so glad ravens are extinct.... But wait. From what I've heard, the usage of the Force had some kind of spiritual component.

Sparc: So?

Gonick: So I'm saying that it's probably not the kind of thing you can read a few books and pick up. We might be here for a while.

Sparc: Let's hope they have central heating.

*cut to: a shortish while later, a few hundred meters further. Gonick and company are walking and scanning much as before, when suddenly Sparc falls through the ground.*

Sparc, from below: Found something!

*a few minutes have passed, and the others have joined Sparc in the hole, which appears to be a caved-in section of corridor.*

Gonick: You're sure you're okay?

Sparc: Yeah, it's not that far down. It's mostly my pride that's aching.

Emma: Heh. Now he's just moping for sympathy. So, which way?

Sparc: My scanner is showing a large power source about fifty meters to our northwest.

Saganami: Why didn't we pick that up from the surface?

Sparc: These catacombs seem to be shielded.

Emma, wincing: Can you use a different term? 'Catacombs' sounds too creepy.

Sparc: How about 'Happy Halls of Sunshine'?

Emma: ...

Sparc: 'Catacombs' is the correct term. Let's go.

*a few minutes pass uneventfully, as the party heads down the corridor. They reach the end, and there is a door.*

Gonick: Sparc?

Sparc: Yeah, yeah. One second... Ah! Short this circuit here.

*Sparc indicates a point in the wall*

Gonick: Emma? One knife please?

Emma: Why don't you use that mass driver upon which you are so hot?

*Gonick gives her a look, and extends a hand expectantly*

Emma, handing over a knife: Fine. But if you dull it, you're sharpening it.

Gonick: Danke. One moment...

*Gonick fiddles with the knife in a door control conduit. A resounding click is heard, and the door slides open slowly.*

Gonick, with a mockingly deep timbre: OPEN SESAME!

Saganami, seemingly Keanu Reeves: Whoa.

*the now-open door has revealed a room whose vastness makes the Neo Timberwolf Imperial Archive Room look like a dirty latrine in a backwoods bookshack*

Sparc: Now that, *he points at the room* is what I'm talkin' bout.

*scene ends*

*the next scene opens some hours later. Sparc and Gonick have combined their skill sets, and have managed to access the vast data storage system. Sparc has been reading for a good chunk of the intervening time period, as has Gonick. Edward Saganami watches the perimeter, and Emma is napping in a corner.*

Gonick: You know, it's damned creepy.

Sparc: What is?

Gonick: The way she sleeps. Both eyes open, knife in hand.

Sparc: Oh, yeah. Heh. Oh, here's something.

Gonick: Send it over here, we'll take a look.

Sparc: Here ya go.

Gonick: 'Training Archive', huh. Looks promising.

Sparc: Mm. I'd say so.

Gonick: Hm? What's this? Holo-tutor...

*A life-sized hologram of a Twi'lek male appears in the middle of the room. Saganami turns to look, as does Gonick and Sparc. Emma jumps to her feet, knife in hand.*

Gonick: Whoa! Emma! It's okay! It's okay. Jumpy much?

Emma: It's just reflex.

Gonick: I'd call it jumpy.

Emma: I've come to call it 'the difference between life and death'.

Gonick: Whatever.

*the hologram speaks*

Hologram: Language patterns analyzed. Variant of Standard Galactic Basic. Welcome, young Padawans, to the Library of the Jedi Order at Ossus. What knowledge do you seek?

Sparc, typing quickly on a small padd: *aside, to Gonick* Here, say this.

Gonick, shrugging both physically and mentally: We seek knowledge of the Force, in order to preserve peace, and remove the evil taint of the Sith.

Hologram: Then you seek to follow the path of the Jedi?

*Gonick looks askance of Sparc, who steps forwards*

Sparc: We do.

Hologram: All must be sure, for once begun, there can be no turning back.

Saganami: I am certain.

Gonick: As am I.

Emma: Same here. I'm not afraid.

*the door they entered through slams shut, and a spot glows on the floor, and begins to hover. As the party steps onto the newly-formed platform, the hologram fades out, but not before intoning ominously:*

Hologram: You will be. YOU WILL BE.....

*the scene ends as the platform-elevator ascends towards the ceiling*