Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan or George Lucas.

Enter Luke, alone in his room on Coruscant.

Luke sets an uneaten slice of cake on his dresser and examines his Jedi necklace: the symbol of Lord Vader, the Healing Crystals of Fire, and a image of the Graveyard of Alderaan. Then he glances at his comlink.

Luke. Should I have called Gaeriel? Mother asked whether there were anyone else I'd like to invite here? But . . . for some reason, the idea makes me nervous.

Luke empties his pockets: his lightsaber, a handkerchief, the keycard to his apartment, and the dalsa flower given to him by Vestara Khai.

I remember the promise I made to Vestara: "Plant a garden on Coruscant for me, will you?"

Luke opens the window and plants the dalsa flower into the small box outside, watching it grow immediately.

Enter Kyp.

Kyp. Nice plant.

Luke jumps, startled.

Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.

Luke. That's . . . that's okay. I mean, what are you doing here?

Kyp. I've done some exploring. I thought you'd like to know . . . Baas got his punishment.

Luke. You saw him?

Kyp. [nods] Exar Kun wanted to boil him in hoi-broth for an eternity. But my father had other ideas. Baas will be building overpasses and exit ramps in the Lake of Apparitions for all time. It will help ease the traffic congestion. Truthfully, I think the old man is pretty happy with that. He's still building, still creating. And he gets to see his son and Cray on the weekends.

Luke. That's good.

Kyp. But that's not the real reason I've come. I've found out some things. I want to make you an offer.

Luke. What?

Kyp. The way to beat Caedus. If I'm right, it's the only way you'll stand a chance.

Luke takes a deep breath.

Luke. Okay. I'm listening.

Kyp's gaze lingers on the half-eaten cake.

Kyp. Is that . . . is that blue sweetcake?

Luke. Come inside for some cake and ice cream. It sounds like we've got a lot to talk about.

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