15. The Plan

I woke with a start, the small boy from my dream was far too real to be just a dream. That level of raw potential power... it was as if the force itself caused his birth. I needed to find him, to make him the Heir of the Old Masters knowledge. That planet... I remembered what the place looked like. I would have to speak with our engineers and get us connected to the Holo-Net again. then I could find out where the boy lived.

I made a mental note of the planet. bright, dusty, with two suns and covered in sand. Recalling the 'dream' was difficult, but there seemed to be a beat up scrap heap of a pod racer in the distance.

I proceeded to leave the nest to fish for food, but not before giving the Engineers their new project, to get us connected to the Holo-Net.

The E-woks and I had worked out a primitive form of hand based language. different signs meant different things, a sort of sign language, that makes use of verbal tones as well. I explained to the Chief that I was hankering for meat, and that I would be fishing something about three claw lengths long. I explained to him a claw length is what you get when we extend our fingers out, taking the length of the tip of the thumb to the end of the pinky.

I left the area and grabbed a fishing stick and some fruit the local aquatic lifeforms seemed to enjoy, as well as a few of the larger globe shaped grapes. they weren't as big as the grape tree back on Dagobah, but they were close. getting them to grow bigger while keeping the seed size and flavor the same was... hard, to say the least.

As I left the forest and approached the lake, I paused at the shores edge, readying my fishing stick and tying the string around the bits of fruit. then I casted my line into the water and waited.

The string we use is very unique, as it is made of ultra fine metal threads. This is done so that our innate force lightning ability can stun the fish and make it easier to reel in. Precious few can currently control the energy output to such a degree that they do not fuse the threads or literally cook the fish alive.

Several hours go by, and yet I caught nothing. I pull my fishing stick from the water, only to find the tiny fingerlings have eaten the fruit again. I give a slight huff of annoyance, then I lean back, making sure not to crush my wings. I just lay on the sand for an hour just enjoying the sounds of the birds and the various creatures that come and go.

That was when I felt the tranquility and peace of mind that comes with being one with nature. The light side, as the Jedi call it. I had been taught that the dark and the light were mutually exclusive, that one could not use both without it tearing them apart, but in that moment... I felt it. the light and the dark were flowing around and within me, in perfect harmony.

The path to true power did not lie solely with the light or the dark, but in both together in perfect balance. I knew that both sith and jedi would hunt me for this view, but I did not need to worry. I knew that someone force sensitive knew we were out here. those spy eyes we found in orbit were proof enough of that.

they know we are here, yet they do not attack us. is it Fear of our power? Respect for our territory?

Curiosity about our culture? regardless, they don't seem hostile, not yet. Maybe we should start out as cargo haulers, to let the galaxy get used to our appearance and presence? we have several carrier class ships, but these are designed to carry our fighters. cargo crates can't be much bigger than that, surely!

I had decided. I would take The Remembrance and a fighter transport to Coruscant next chance I got, to register them in the name of the Endoralian Legion. I gathered my Honor Guard, and my engineer and his translation droid. It would be needed, as language drift could occur and was sometimes significant over several thousand years.

The six of us, seven if you include the droid, boarded the shuttle and headed to my Flagship, The Remembrance. The ships we use are based on creatures we encounter, and my Flagship resembled a massive Purgill, eyes included. However, my Flagship was twice as large as the ship which would come to be known as the Malevolence, and as such, had eight massive tentacles where as the Purgill only had four. we copied the standard biological template for their organic organs which allow them to jump, and tweaked them so that it would incorporate with swarm bio-tech flawlessly.

Our ships were as much a part of us as our Hive-Mind. They could be piloted remotely through the Hive-Mind as well, thus eliminating the death of the pilots. our bio-tech is not something outsiders could use. It would simply refuse to respond to them, unless we granted the individual permissions related to that specific type of tech.

As we approached The Remembrance's nose, its mouth cracked open enough for our shuttle to slip through. think a semi normal Purgill, but about 3/4 the size, and that would be fairly accurate. I turned and placed my claws gently on the Shuttles nose, purring slightly, thanking it and explaining that its help would be needed again when we get to where we are going. it purred back, happy to help and be of use to the Swarm and to the Mother which gave it life.

we simply stood there for a few moments, feeling eachothers love and care, then I reluctantly broke the feeling and went to explain to Remembrance what I wanted to do with her sister ship, the 'Morning Mist'

A N- guys, I feel bad just calling them shuttles, should we give Ashlas personal shuttle a name? also I need a name for the cargo haulers that she's gonna register. any ideas? leave it in the comments!