Refit and Rearm

[MikDaTv]

A busted up Voyager exited hyperspace in orbit around Epsilon III. That the ship made it at all is a wonder. 4 more of her engine pods died as the ship slowed to a halt and was now only under the power of two.

All the emergency power in the ship was being used to keep the antimatter containment fields up within her reactor.

Jor's head was in his hands for most of the trip here. He was confused over what to do now, and what he had done. He didn't know who he was anymore. With most of his humanity gone he felt, like a shell. His Union was in shambles, it's members scattered. More then a hundred members of his crew on the Voyager were dead, killed in a pointless attack. An attack made in revenge. Jor was frightened he was slipping to the Dark Side again.

"Sir... we've established high orbit but we won't be able to maintain it long." The helmsman said to him.

Jor sat back in the command chair and sighed. "give it another 4 hours. the shipyards will come around the horizon and we can dock with it. Grant liberty to the crew as soon as we achieve a safe drydock." Jor ordered and stood up. "Shipmaster, you have the con."

with that, Jor left the bridge and toured the ship. The first thing he did was go to engineering and helped the damage control teams. Using his mental abilities he gave himself a few slight disguises, simple enough that it didn't take up to much of his attention but enough that the crew wouldn't recognize him.

Taking a tool belt from the engineering storage bay he got to work on the life support system. they had to start clogging the leaks or they wouldn't have enough air to last them the 4 hours they needed.

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Voyager's hulk of a form slipped into the massive shipyard complex in orbit around Epsilon III and started it's docking procedures. The ship gave out it's last breath as the docking clamps secured and the airlocks opened letting out the last bit of air it had into the station.

The crew started piling out onto the shipyard construct. They were refugees now, they're ship was horribly damaged. Luckily however the rest of the Union fleet managed to exit hyperspace and enter orbit as well. The Mandalorian ships joined with the Union ships and started letting their engineers off onto the shipyard. Likewise the Cutters docked and started letting their mostly Centauri crew off.

Happy to finally be rid of the command chair, Rodney McKay left the Merlin and ran to the Voyagers docking zone to help with it's repairs.

Jor left the ship last, making sure all the others were out before he sealed it and went to the constructs computer. It asked for it's payment, either some plasma or a DNA sample.

Seeing as how the ship barely had enough power to keep the lights on let alone generate plasma Jor chose the second option. Placing his hand in the receptacle, he felt a pinprick. seconds later a horde of small, head sized droids swarmed out of the shipyard and latched onto the Voyagers hull, crawling into the hull breaches. Large docking arms swung out and deployed massive manipulator arms which clasped onto Voyagers hull.

Jor watched a few minutes before turning and heading into the shipyard. Using his comlink he called a meeting. All the Captains and their chief engineers were to meet and discuss the repair procedures.

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When the ship was safe enough to board again, Jor made sure he was at the front of the line. When he got to his quarters he opened the small wooden box containing his few worldly possessions and emptied it out.

His lightsaber, which he hadn't used since he left the Jedi Order. His Family Holocron, which was inactive, and a lightsaber which belonged to Kell Loran. Collectively these items represented Jor's past.

He pulled apart his lightsaber and withdrew the emerald from it's core. This crystal had been passed down to him by his dad which had been passed down to him by his dad. The gem had been in the Halcyon family for 7 generations of Corellian Jedi.

He cracked open the covering on the Holocron and placed the Emerald in its slot within the device. Closing it up, the holocron began to glow and activated. The hologram of Kora Halcyon materialized before him and Jor smiled.

"Hello grandfather. It's been a long time." Jor said to the hologram.

"More then 25 years in fact. Why haven't you activated the Holocron in so long?" The hologram asked.

"To tell the truth, i didn't think it would have been appropriate." Jor said back, sitting down in his desk chair.

The hologram of his grandfather expanded to fill the entire space above his bed. "I see. Well, for what reason did you activate it this time? Run into some trouble."

"There was a phrase i remember you used to use sometimes when you were still alive. I had to have been like 16 at the time but it's one of the things i remember most about you. I never really understood it's meaning, but today, well, i could use some advice." Jor said to the hologram.

"Thats what i'm here for. What advice do you need?"

"The phrase, was If the wind no longer calls to you, it is time to see if you have forgotten your name. Well, i look at myself in the mirror these days and i don't recognize myself. I've lost track of my identity." Jor said.

The hologram of Kora Halcyon shifted his robes and frowned. "And why is this? Your a Halcyon, a Corellian, a Jedi a.."

Jor held up his hands to interrupt his grandfather. "ahhh, see. I'm not a Jedi. I left the order."

"You what?" the hologram said. It shifted it's size down to that of a normal human and walked towards him. "What prompted this?"

"It was years and years ago grandfather. I messed up. I was a Master, i did a very bad thing and well, i don't think i ever recovered from it. At first i just denied my rank of master, then i left the order all together." Jor said.

"So what have you been doing?" The hologram asked.

"I went out on my own a little. I started a group called the Union but i'm afraid it isn't very successful. We're scattered and i'm afraid my leadership just doesn't cut it. I've always been a better follower then a leader." Jor said. "But it just seems like i'm always forced into these leadership positions."

"You see, you deny your Jedi heritage but you can't escape it. You may not call yourself a Jedi but you still act like one. i assume this group you started was an alliance against evil?" The hologram said as it sat down on Jor's bed.

"it was, but it was no Jedi order." Jor responded.

"But what is the Jedi Order if not an alliance of people who stand against the dark side in all it's forms. At it's most basic, this is what it is. The ritual, the tradition, that was all in addition to this simple basis." His grandfather explained. "As for the leadership, I'm sure you did fine. Even before your father started training you, you didn't take failure well. You had to constantly be pushed to move past your failures, but the important thing to remember is that the Jedi never had any lack of leadership. If you had a bad idea, there would be other council members to call you on it."

Jor thought about it for a while rubbing the stubble that had formed on his chin. "So what your saying is i'm biting off more then i can chew?"

"in a sense, perhaps, but i am only a hologram. A program designed to help you find your own answers. I've given you the advice you need. You need to decide what you make of it." The hologram said back. "Now, take a shower and clean yourself up. You'll think better afterwards."

Jor stood up and the hologram shrunk back down to a foot tall version of his grandfather. "Thanks grandpa."

"Your welcome. now don't be a stranger anymore. weather you consider yourself a Jedi or not myself and the other programs are hear to help guide you. There's no reason not to turn to us if your confused." The hologram said before fading to nothing. The holocron's glow switched off and the device became inactive.

Jor withdrew the crystal from it's slot inside the cube and put it back in his lightsaber. He put the cube and Kells lightsaber back in the box and threw the lightsaber onto his bed. He went into the refresher and started the water in the shower.

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Jor pushed his clothes aside in his small closet. His quarters weren't very big. In his Warmaster status he could have taken the captains cabin but that would require moving a lot of stuff around the ship, and he hadn't really planned on making Voyager a home.

He couldn't really find anything though. It was a small closet and it was mostly filled with LONAS uniforms and some simple jackets and civilian clothes. He hadn't had much use for clothing since he was stuck in his new armor, but he was hoping to find some old clothes he'd tried to keep that would fit over it.

He found nothing in there and grumbled a bit. Then he remembered and went to his bed. He slid a footlocker out from under his bed and opened it. The left side contained a few holographs of his family, Kell, and other friends. He smiled and picked one out the cluster of holographs. The image of a very tall, skinny man in a gray, unremarkable uniform. He had a very wide smile and a high and tight blond haircut. Jor left the holopgraph on his bed and went back to digging. The right side of the footlocker contained a few bags with old items and gifts he'd received.

One of the bags contained the item he was looking for. A white tunic with a green robe with gold trimmings. He smiled and pulled the robe out, leaving the tunic in there. The tunic wouldn't never fit him now while in his suit but the robes could easily be tailored to cover it. He threw the robe onto his bed and grabbed the hologram. "Well Duran, hopefully the com unit is working again because i have a favor to call in." Jor said as he walked out.

For the first time in nearly 15 years he had his lightsaber clipped to the riggers belt around his suits waist.

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"and what can i do for you my good man?" Said the tall skinny hologram in the only functioning communication room on Voyager.

"Duran... it's me. Jor. Jor Halcyon." Jor said to the 56 year old man. "Its been a long time but i know you can't have forgotten me."

The hologram bent over as his real life counterpart leaned over to examine his hologram of jor more closely before an impossibly wide smile crossed his lips. "Well, i'll be. Jor my good man, it's been a very long time. so long i can't seem to remember how long it's been."

"better part of 20 years my friend." Jor responded. "I'm calling because i might need some help."

"Well my good man, i'm not in the habit of granting favors to practical strangers but in memory of your dad i'd be glad to. What do you need?" Duran said while brushing a bit of lint of the shoulder of his gray uniform.

"I'm not sure if you've noticed but the Republic isn't quite what it used to be. I think it's time to fix this." Jor said.

"Great, i'm in" Duran said immediately.