Title: The Spaces Between (UDC VIII – AU) Author: K’Tai qel Letta-Tanku Characters: T’lor Kaden/Laren Deboisnesque, Gi’den Dway/Jordon Tyroth, Dex Jasper, Mace Windu, Elise Sopine, and whoever else shows up to the party. Era: Before mostly but it depends on what my muse fancies at the time in response to the prompts Disclaimers: The GFFA belongs to Disney. I just play here. Summary: Life is a series of big events connected by the spaces between them. – Great Jedi Philosophers, Vol. 3: The Power of Belief. This a response to the Ultimate Drabble Challenge VIII. AN: T’lor can’t be written without Rani Veko-Kern, Kithera, An-Paj and the characters of the USJS coming into play in some form. I am forever indebted to Rani Veko, Jane Jinn, Kit', JediKnight-Obi-Wan, _Derisa_Ollamhin_ and the others I know I am forgetting for welcoming me into that part of the GFFA and spawning a set of stories I didn’t know I needed to tell. Week I 1. Valor Elise had called it heroically courageous. T’lor knew better. It had been an incredibly stupid risk. She would have to wait to see if it also was an incredibly stupid mistake. Her cover as Laren depended on no one, Force-sensitive or not, from suspecting that she was anything other than ruthless, cutthroat, deadly, and NOT a Jedi. She exhaled. The Force still ached with the fear and terror. The warning in the Force had been urgent and almost too late before all nine Corellian hells broke loose. She had saved as many as she could but it hadn’t been enough. 2. Honor T’lor couldn’t focus on the meditation. She squirmed and gave up. “Master, how am I to honor the Code? My cover isn’t exactly what I would call a morally upstanding individual.” “Discipline, T’lor.” Mace Windu opened his eyes. “The discipline of vaapad extends beyond the dojo.” “But what happens when she would do one thing and a Jedi is bound to do the opposite? How do I choose?” “Drop into vaapad and listen to the Force. You will have your answer.” T’lor was silent for a moment. “Master, I understand but I don’t understand.” “I know. You will in time.” 3. Sacrifice The explosion at the factory was the very type of situation T’lor had asked Master Windu about before this whole mission started. Laren would have looked on, the risks to her person outweighing the loss of personnel and equipment. T’lor could not, would not sacrifice innocents if she had the power to do otherwise. The Force had sided with T’lor, or so she thought. Now, T’lor felt an unease in the Force. Had it been a trap, a way for whoever was behind the trafficking to determine whether a Shadow was on the scent? She felt sick to her stomach. 4. Defeat Alarms clamored. Laren breathed and turned back to slicing the system in front of her. She had to hurry if they had any hope of finding out where the last transport had headed. “Laren!!” The scream coincided with the flare of danger in the Force. Laren dodged as the massive guard rounded the corner and narrowly missed knocking her senseless. Adrenaline pulsed in her veins. She felt the impending wave of reinforcements closing in. “Laren, leave it!” Defeat was not something she took well, but it was temporary. Death on the other hand was permanent. She turned tail and ran. 5. Victory Escaping had been a small victory in its own right. When she and Elise found the factory, T’lor thought maybe there was going to be a larger victory as well. The transport was there. She could feel the latest group of Force-sensitives were being processed. She knew from previous reconnaissance that they would be divided into three groups – one destined for the mines, one for the assembly line, and one for the arena. The last group gave her a knot in her stomach. Her only chance to save them was to get all of them out before the sorting finished.