Getting the Information I need
[A/N: I've figured waiting this long is punishment enough for Webnovel readers. I've continued writing the story on Pat-reon since stopping it on Webnovel. Pat-reon is ahead by 62+ chapters/pages. If you want to check it out, you're welcome to it. They love the story on there.]
~~~(POV: Nathan Opal)~~~
~~~(Location: Outpost Deep Crystal, Ord Mantell)~~~
I slash through the last person here, and I sense that Theron, Satele, and I are the only ones left alive on base. I take my holo-communicator off my belt, and I holo Theron.
"What is it?"
He doesn't sound happy, but it isn't because of me. I'm willing to bet significant credits that it's all the valuable information on The Star Cabal.
He isn't even looking at me, he's looking down at his datapad, and his eyes are quickly shooting side to side as his neural implants help him process the input.
"Satele and I are finished clearing out all the guards. We'll make our way to you. We shouldn't stay here for very long. The Star Cabal will find out what happened here soon."
He doesn't even acknowledge me and shuts off the holo-call.
A long sigh escapes my lips, and I'm thankful that all this crap is done. But it could've been way worse. I didn't expect Theron to be so pragmatic with all this, but he's surprised me. Satele makes her way toward me, and we meet up.
"I hope that the information was worth it..."
She's struggling with what she's done here today. It's not going to be the last time she has this trouble.
More and more knowledge of the future is being revealed to me, and I know what happens down the timeline.
"You'll be glad that you came here when you see what I'm after. Theron has 3 datapads for us. One for him, one for you, and one for me."
She just walks in Theron's direction, and I follow behind her. I'm hoping Theron and her take a chance to talk.
Sometimes, the people we love can drive us mad and make us do things we don't normally do. Jedi are thought to be an exception to this rule, but they suffer the same, if not more, than everyone else.
"The door up ahead on the left."
Theron's voice comes through one of the intercoms, and we enter the room. We see Theron leaning against a large terminal in the middle of the room.
He looks like he's in deep thought, and Satele makes her way over to him first. Before she can speak, he stands up straight and grabs the two datapads, and tosses them to us. I drown the outside world out and focus on reading.
"This is... More than I thought..."
The Star Cabal is far deeper in... Well... Everything than I thought possible.
They have control over spaceship construction yards, weapons developments, political and religious organizations... All across the known galaxy...
There is a muffled conversation between Theron and Satele, but I'm too invested in what I'm reading to listen to what they're talking about right now. There are even names and locations here. Targets for me to go after and interrogate.
What I came here for isn't here, though... I wanted the location of the main base of operations for The Star Cabal, but it seems I'll have to wait for more of my memories to be revealed to me. But I can start tracking down today with all this information.
"Please, Theron!! Just give me a chance!!"
I'm brought out of my thoughts as I hear genuine anger from Satele.
Something that I've never felt or heard before. My eyes drift towards Theron, and he's equally as shocked. Not jaw on the mouth shocked, more like raised eyebrows shocked.
"Why do you think you even deserve a chance after what you did to dad and me? Why should I do this for you..."
Theron sounds to be in pain, and I can feel it.
~~~(POV: Theron Shan)~~~
~~~(Location: Outpost Deep Crystal)~~~
This is what I was hoping to not happen... Satele is trying her best to get me to talk to her, and this is the first time I've ever seen her get angry before.
"Theron... I've made so many mistakes when it came to you and Jace... Give me a chance to make up for them... I know I can never repair the damage I've done, but I still love you... You're my son..."
Her voice starts to crack as tears form.
No matter how estranged or how hard things are between mother and son, if there is one thing a son can't do is to watch his mother cry... Despite all the hate and anger, I have toward her. I can't help feeling like I should give her a chance...
"Not now... Not today... But when I'm ready, I'll come to you, and we can talk... Alone."
A spark of hope ignites in her eyes...