Everything had been put in place. With the final beats of her hearts she thought back on her life; no retreat, no surrender, no regrets. With a smile laced with tainted blood she spluttered and more blood heaved up her throat; she laughed as Kalon swam in and out of focus.

Five,

Four,

Slower now.

It drained away as she leant against the wall heaving, colder than normal until the final rattling breath caught in her lungs and expelled along with her soul.

Finally her hearts stopped. The beacon in her chest began to send the signal, slowly spanning across space, relaying one set of coordinates to four very important individuals.

***

Atyiru froze at her desk as the message came through her console, only to be assaulted with the physical loss from a galaxy away. Blood flowed from under her eye coverings, her hands trembled as she rose to look up the very close by coordinates.

***

Cethgus felt it first, felt her being extinguish itself like a puff of smoke. His sparring partner lashed out when he froze up only to be thrown through the wall with a bone crunching thump as they landed dead on the floor.

He did not look back, ordering his shuttle to be readied immediately for departure as his personal computer bleeped not five seconds later.

***

Kalon placed his drink down, the battle had been hard. He had brought her body back aboard the Nighthawk. Honoured her the only way he knew how, cleaning away the viscous half congealed blood from her body.
He had seen far worse, she was remarkably intact but knew that was no doubt her own affinity for healing well. The scans however, had not made for pleasant viewing, her insides were almost mush. They couldn't even pinpoint the actual cause of death.

The Mandalorian stewed as he returned home with her. Could he have moved faster? Gotten there sooner? His brain racked over all possibilities and all of them ended with the same outcome.

She died.

He at least had a clear conscious, everything that could have been done had been. He didn't dare leave her side, did not eat nor sleep.

Often he wondered why he had done what he did but for now he knew she would rest well as one of his own should.

***

It did not take long for them all to gather, Kalon and Cethgus exchanged glares neither happy with the presence of the other begrudgingly they tolerated each other and only just did the foremost manage to relinquish the casket.

Zakath, Kordath and Skar had swiftly been summoned by their Consul to attend none of them knew why until they laid eyes upon her laid out in her clothes as though it was just another day. Zakath was the first to scent it. Kordath just felt it an instinctual knowledge that came from being around death. Whatever tipped Skar off he kept to himself.

Timeros was the last to arrive, his cool demeanour made it feel like it was any other day for him. His hood pulled high obscuring his expression as the chatter and whispers died away.

“As was the last wishes of Priestess Nath Voth there are personal messages for each of you which are all waiting in your personal terminals. However, there was one for the ears of all present today.”

Nath sat in the holo message, it was old, recorded before she had undergone her change, her old uniform still immaculate and her hair shaved.

At first she did not speak or move she just seemed to stare into space, and then she leant forward and began.

“I never thought I would have anyone to record a message for, you are all there I hope… I have nothing of value to give, in truth I never needed shiny objects to horde… What I am entrusting to you is far more important, far more valuable in fact… My flesh and blood, you'll have forty eight hours to convene at the place I sent to you and you damned well better be there all of you. She will need all of you, she will continue my legacy and holds a part of all of you too.”

Nath's image paused and exhaled a puff of smoke from the cigarette she had lit before beginning the recording.

“The personal messages will hold more details on what I need from you, she should be ready soon…”

The message cut off abruptly and as she faded away the sound of breaking glass emanated from deeper into the dimmed room. Followed swiftly by a scream as the new life experienced their first touch of the Force.

Timeros seemed well prepared, a spare robe already in hand as he strode away to the noise. The group remained frozen in silence, Atyiru was the first to follow inspecting the large bundle of cloth Timeros carried back.

“She's got Kalon's and Cethgus’ eyes.” Timeros teased, allowing the adolescent to try and bare her own weight only to slump on his side, muscles weak from growing so rapidly. Atyiru bore some of the weight off him.

“What do we do with Nath?” She asked hesitation laced in her tone.

“There were no specific instructions, I'd assume cremation.”

“Let's deal with the living first then.” She spoke quietly guiding the young thing out to the nearest medbay she could think of.