Path of Destiny - Chapter 1 Title: The Path of Destiny

Author: Marilee Worrell [email protected]

Pairings: m/f Tu/OFC R/OFC

Rating: PG-13 with NC-17 sub-chapters

Summary: The sequel to Krysira's Destiny and the rapidly growing relationship between Commander Trip Tucker and Jedi Knight Krysira Antilles



Path of Destiny

Prologue

Jinix Government Center - holding cells


One of the guards unbound Drayce�s wrists and pushed him roughly into a cell, activating a force field of criss-crossed beams.

Drayce whirled around, glaring at the guards. �Is that any way to treat a government official?� He demanded.

The guard looked back at him impassively. �You are no longer worthy of respect, Drayce,� the guard replied in an even voice. �You will pay for your crimes, as Counselor Ryvinia said.� He walked away.

Drayce merely scoffed, then looked around in disgust at the disheveled appearance of his cell. He moved close to but not touching the bars.� �You expect me to stay in these conditions?� He shouted to the guard.

Silence...

Drayce growled low in his throat. �Fools! They have no idea who they are dealing with,� he said softly outloud to himself. �They think that this cell can hold me?� Who do they think designed the holding cells?� He chuckled evilly to himself. �Only Vartan knew and...he is dead. Pity.� He peered carefully down the corridor in each direction. �They are so confident of my capture that they neglect to post guards. He chuckled again. �That will be their downfall.�

He took a step back from the force field and began to inspect the wall around the entrance of the holding cell.



Chapter One

Part One

Conference room

Ryvinia slumped in one of the chairs at the large table while Malcolm sat next to her. She looked at him.

�Once again, thank-you for your support...and comfort, Malcolm,� Ryvinia said, a light purple tinge highlighting her cheeks.

Malcolm�s cheeks reddened slightly. �My pleasure, Ryvinia,� he replied.

�I know what Elkan is going through...unfortunately. But...at least he was able to be with Vallen at the end. I was not fortunate enough to say good-bye to Zarnay and Vartan.� She sighed softly. �It is good that our differences have been set aside. Perhaps an agreement can be reached and Exoia can once again be a peaceful planet.�

�Do you think that things would�ve been handled differently if your friends were still alive?�

Ryvinia shrugged. �I do not know. All I know is that Vartan was not willing to compromise. He refused to believe that...he could be...wrong about how he ruled the government. I only know that, because I accidentally heard him arguing with Zarnay about it. Only at the insistence of Knight Krysira and Master Jinn was a temporary truce reached, when you and Commander Tucker appeared.�

�But...he didn�t know about the ten Exoian women dying...like you did.�

�True, but I did not know either until Knight Krysira explained everything to me. Only time and hard work between us and the resistance will tell if this conflict will come to a...peaceful end.�

Malcolm merely nodded.

They sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes.

�Your Commander Tucker is quite taken by Knight Krysira,� Ryvinia commented, finally breaking the silence. �He hardly leaves her side.�

Malcolm nodded again. �I see that as well,� he replied.

Ryvinia gazed at Malcolm, her heart pounding in her chest. �I am...quite taken...by...you, Malcolm,� she admitted softly.

Malcolm gazed in surprise at Ryvinia, his mouth hanging open.

Upon seeing his reaction and thinking that she had done something wrong, Ryvinia leapt up from her chair. �I have offended you! Please forgive me!�� Her voice hitched with a sob.

Without another word, Counselor Ryvinia fled the conference room, feeling as though she had made a fool out of herself.

Malcolm blinked and merely stared after Ryvinia, unable to fathom the idea that someone had an interest in him. Then he remembered the kiss in the hangar bay, but hadn�t given it a second thought until now. He leaned back in the oversized chair, running a hand through his hair, realizing that he had been oblivious of Ryvinia�s actions, that is, until now. But...how did he feel about her? He sat deep in thought, as he examined his own feelings in this matter.



Part Two

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan�s quarters

Qui-Gon entered the rooms that had been set aside for his Padawan and himself while on Exoia, when he stopped short upon seeing Lonan near the door.

�Have I interrupted?� Qui-Gon asked.

�No, Master Jinn,� Lonan replied. �I was just leaving. I expect that Counselor Ryvinia will want me to resume my duties.�

Qui-Gon nodded, seeing sadness in the Exoian youth�s large onyx-colored eyes. �Yes, of course. You handled yourself well and obeyed orders during the last few hours. I will make certain that Counselor Ryvinia knows that and commends you for it.�

Lonan blushed slightly. �Thank-you, Master Jinn, but it is not necessary. I am glad that I was able to help in some small way.�

Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow. He realized that the comment was most Jedi-like. He merely smiled and stepped aside to allow the youth to leave. The tall Jedi Master then joined his Padawan at the table, looking thoughtful.

Obi-Wan noted the expression on his master�s face. �Master...what is it?� He questioned.

�Through tragedy, our young friend Lonan has matured considerably,� Qui-Gon answered, softly, then studied his apprentice. �And you handled yourself quite well, especially in battle, Padawan.�

The youth practically beamed. �Thank-you, Master.�

Once again, the older Jedi could feel the warmth and happiness radiating from his Padawan, then he felt an immense sadness take over. �Obi-Wan...what is wrong?� Qui-Gon said, concern lacing his tone.

�But, Master...I failed to protect Vallen!�

�Vallen took a blast that would have most likely taken the life of an innocent. He was a warrior. He knew the risks,� Qui-Gon explained, gently.

Obi-Wan bit his lower lip to keep it from trembling. �But...I had a vision...Master.� He saw Qui-Gon lean forward, listening intently. �I had it just before Vallen got shot!�

Qui-Gon could feel the anxiety rising in his Padawan. �Easy, Obi-Wan,� he soothed. �What was the vision of?�

Tears welled up in the teenager�s hazel eyes. �It was of Vallen...getting shot. I could not reach him in time.� He bowed his head.

The Jedi Master sighed softly, nodding as he understood what Obi-Wan was feeling.

�Unfortunately, my Padawan, we can not always do anything to prevent things that we have seen.� He laid a large hand on the youth�s forearm. �Understand, Padawan, a vision does not tell us exactly when or where something will happen. No one will fault you. I will not fault you. You reacted as soon as you could. That is all anyone can ask.� He squeezed Obi-Wan�s arm gently. �You were not neglectful of your duties as a Jedi.� He smiled gently. �You have brought honor to yourself and to me. I am...very pleased with you, Obi-Wan.�

Despite the tears in his eyes, the teenager gave his Master a smile.� �Thank-you, Master.�

Qui-Gon stood up. �Get some rest. There is still much left to do.�

�Yes, Master,� Obi-Wan replied, as he stood as well. The youth started towards his room, but paused, thinking. He suddenly whirled around and ran over to Qui-Gon, giving the older man a heartfelt hug around the waist. �Thank-you, Master,� he whispered, then pulled away hurrying into his room.

The tall Jedi merely stared after his apprentice, then allowed an affectionate smile to cross his lips, as he moved off to his own room.



Part Three

Guest quarters

Caden sat a table eating, while Trey and Chelz sat together on a couch.

Chelz gently fingered the material of Trey�s tunic, as she sighed softly.

Trey looked down at her. �What is it, my sweet?� He asked, concern lacing his raspy voice.

�I never found out why Drayce let my friend and those other women die,� Chelz replied. �What was his reasoning?�

�It will most likely come out at his trial.�

Caden grunted in agreement. �At least his accomplice is dead. She has paid the price for her treachery,� he replied with a certain amount of satisfaction in his voice. Then without another word, the big Exoian stood and went into one of the other rooms, after casting a half-grin at the couple on the couch.

�I hope Drayce pays as well,� Chelz commented, her voice even.

�I am sure that justice will be served,� Trey answered, then cleared his throat. �We should get some rest for there is still much to do and our help will definitely be needed in one way or another.�

Chelz looked up at him, puzzled. �You are remaining here? You do not have a run to make?�

Trey grinned. �You wish me to...leave?� He teased.

�No! Of course not! It is just that...you usually do not stay...very long.�

�Yes...this is true, but I was thinking that we are apart far too much and I plan to remedy that...with your consent, of course.�

Chelz�s soft cheeks flushed dark lavender, as she caught the meaning of the space pilot�s words. �Of course, Trey,� she agreed softly.

Trey smiled and hugged her hard. They sat on the couch, allowing the tenseness of the past couple of days to slowly ebb out of them.



Part Four

Infirmary

Gadi assisted Kaylar in covering Vallen�s lifeless body with a black sheet. Both men murmured an Exoian chant.

Gadi looked over to see Elkan leaning against a wall, staring idly out a window that overlooked the city.

�I will finish the ritual, Kaylar,� Gadi said softly.

�But Vallen was my friend! I should complete it!� Kaylar exclaimed softly.

�Yes, I know. But I believe that someone else needs the kind of healing that requires a friend,� Gadi nodded towards Elkan.

Kaylar looked over at Elkan, realizing that the elder healer was correct. He nodded in thanks and joined Elkan at the window.

�I know that it is painful, but how did this happen, Elkan?� Kaylar questioned.

�Drayce shot him,� Elkan simply said in a flat tone.

Kaylar pressed his lips together in a straight line, barely controlling his emotions.

�Had I known that Vallen was heading into mortal danger, I would have gladly switched places with him,� Elkan said.

�I am certain that you would have. And we both know that Vallen would have blindly gone after Drayce,� Kaylar replied.

Elkan looked at his companion square in the eye. �What makes you think...I did not do the same?�

The healer studied his friend, then allowed a small smile to form. �It would appear that you have picked up a trait of Vallen�s.�

Elkan allowed a weak half-grin to cross his lips. �So it seems.� The faint amusement disappeared and was replaced by a hard expression. �I do not want Drayce to go unpunished! He has taken away two of the people that meant more to me than life itself, as well as innocent lives for whatever obscure reasons.� He took a deep shaky breath. �If he goes free for whatever reason, I will hunt him down and he will pay...with his life,� Elkan snarled in a nasty tone.

�And then you shall be no better than him,� Kaylar said, laying a hand on his shoulder. �I do not wish to lose you either, my friend.�

�I know...however...� Elkan trailed off not knowing what else to say.

�Forgive the intrusion.� It was Gadi, who had joined the two men.� �But I assure you that Counselor Ryvinia has absolutely no intention of letting Drayce go unpunished.� He paused. �You were not the only one to have lost people by Drayce�s doing.�

A look of realization crossed Elkan�s strong features. �Of course. Zarnay and Vartan,� Elkan said in a low voice.

Gadi nodded. �Exactly.� He saw the tiredness in both men�s eyes. �I will summon one of the pages to show you to a guest quarters for food and rest. This is a medical order.�

�As you wish,� Elkan replied. �Thank-you.�

Gadi merely nodded and moved off to summon a page, leaving the two younger men alone with their thoughts of their deceased companion.



Part Five

Krysira�s quarters

After finishing eating, Trip stacked his empty dishes to one side. He saw that Krysira had done the same thing, then watched her reach in under her sash to pull out her holographic communicator.

�Time to report in, huh?� Trip assumed.

Krysira nodded. �Yes. There is much to tell Master Windu,� she replied, as she activated the device.

The communicator came to life and a holographic image of Master Mace Windu appeared. The dark skinned elder Jedi smiled warmly at his former Padawan. �Young one,� he greeted, then saw Trip next to her and nodded once in greeting. �Commander Tucker.�

�Greetings, Master,� Krysira replied, seeing Trip give Mace a nod in return.

�I trust that you have a report for me?�

�Yes, Master.� Krysira proceeded to relate the events of the last few hours to Mace.



Mace let out a silent yet heavy sigh, as he thoughtfully rubbed his chin, after Krysira finished. �Well...it appears that this situation has not yet been completely resolved,� he finally said.

�May I remain then?� Krysira questioned.

Mace nodded. �By all means. Inform Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan that they should remain as well.�

�Of course.�

Mace then looked at Krysira inquisitively. �I am curious, young one, how were you able to detain Drayce? Closing hangar bay doors through the Force is difficult, at best.�

�I had help.�

�Qui-Gon?�

�No...Trip.�

Mace frowned ever so slightly. �Continue.�

�When I discovered that I could not close the doors through the Force without knowing which relay� to activate, I contacted Trip for help for he is an engineer. I was able to project an image of the circuitry to him and he told me which one to move.�

Mace looked thoughtful. �I see. That is interesting and I must consider what it means,� he finally said.

�Of course, Master.�

He looked at Trip for a long moment, before looking back at Krysira. �I will be in touch, young one. May the Force be with you both.�

Krysira bowed slightly. �And with you as well, Master.�

Trip merely nodded, as Mace�s image faded. Krysira turned off the communicator, tucking it back in her sash.

Trip looked at Krysira, who seemed to be deep in thought. He gently brushed a few stray hairs away from her face. �Krys? You okay?� He questioned.

Krysira looked at him, hearing the concern in his Southern-bred voice. �Yes...I am fine. I was just thinking about what Master Windu just said,� she replied.

�Yeah...I was kinda wondering what he meant by that myself. �Do you have an idea?�

Her silvery/blue eyes widened, as she realized something while gazing at Trip. �I have made the wrong assumption, Trip.�

Trip felt his chest tighten. �What do you mean?� He questioned tentatively.

�Originally, I thought it unusual for a Jedi and a non-Jedi to be able to mentally talk to each other like we did the first time...� she paused to gather her thoughts.

�Go on...�Trip drawled out.

�But I was mistaken. It does not matter whether or not two people are Jedi, non-Jedi or both.� Her eyes seem to sparkle. �It only matters if both are...Force-sensitive.�

Trip scowled slightly. �Force-sensitive?�

�A connection with the Force. Some have a little, while others have an extraordinary one.�

�Like Jedi?� Trip assumed.

Krysira nodded. �Yes.�

�Are you saying that...I�m Force-sensitive?�

�Yes. It seems that it is the only possible explanation of why we are able to hear each other�s thoughts and why I was able to project the image of the circuitry to you.�

Trip nodded in agreement. �And that time in front of the government center. I knew that you were going to collapse and I blew by Malcolm. It felt like a burst of energy.�

�Yes. You unconsciously tapped into the Force. Now I believe that I understand what Master Windu meant.�

�He�s thinking that I�m Force-sensitive?�

�Yes, I believe that he does, Trip.�

They fell silent for a bit.

Trip slipped one around Krysira�s shoulders, pulling her closer to him, while laying his free hand on top of her hands. �Y�know, Krys, the past couple of times that we�ve kissed, I�ve felt something draw us together...um...intensifying the kiss...� He trailed off, not knowing how to go on.

�I have felt it as well, Trip.� She took a hold of Trip�s large hand in both of her slender hands, studying it for a moment or two, then looked back up into Trip�s blue eyes. Then she said: �Trip, remember I told you that I had a vision of you and Malcolm in your shuttle before I met you?� She saw him nod. �I had another vision of what I can only assume is the Force showing me the future.�

�What was it about?� Trip questioned gently.

�You and I were standing together at some kind of formal event and around us I could see our friends: Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Master Yoda, Master Windu, several of your crewmates and standing in front of us was Captain Archer. But this was before we went to Tysag, so I had not met him yet.� She frowned ever so slightly. �I am uncertain why he in particular would be in this vision.�

�What were we doing...in the vision that is...if you remember.�

She nodded, as a light pink color highlighted her soft cheeks. �We...were...kissing.�

Trip thought for a few moments, then a look of realization crossed his handsome features. �I think I know,� he replied, feeling his own cheeks grow hot. �In my world, ship captains are authorized to perform...wedding ceremonies.�

�Wedding...ceremonies?� Krysira echoed softly in question, as she gazed at Trip, then looked down at his large hand, finding it particularly fascinating. She felt her heart pound in her chest. Krysira knew that marriage ceremonies were the ultimate declaration of love between two beings. The Force was showing her that her destiny was to be with Trip. It was then that Krysira realized that she was in love with Trip! But...how to tell him?

Trip saw Krysira�s surprise and he had to admit he was a bit surprised himself. He gazed at her thinking just how extraordinary she was and how much a part of his life she had become in such a short time. It was then that it hit Trip. He loved her! He knew that he had to tell her...but when?

�Krysira finally met Trip�s gentle gaze. �I hope that my vision did not cause you...any discomfort, Trip,� she finally said. �Or...offend you.�

He gave her that characteristic disarming grin of his. �Nah...you didn�t, Krys,� Trip replied. �It�s just made me realize something.�

Krysira looked at him curiously.� And what is that?�

Trip gazed into her silvery/blue eyes, as he slipped his hand from her hands. He gently cupped the side of her face. �It made me realize...just how much...I...love...you, Krys,� Trip said haltingly in a tender voice, surprised at how easily the words just tumbled out of his mouth.

Krysira�s eyes shimmered with wetness. She reached up with one hand, her slender fingers gently touching his lips. �I...love you...deeply, as well, Trip,� she said haltingly as well, also amazed at the ease at which she said those words.

They looked at each other, as they felt the Force swirl around and inside of them, once again drawing them together in a heartfelt, deeply passionate kiss locked in a tight embrace. When they finally broke the kiss, both felt a sense of contentment and love, as they held each other, enjoying the warmth of their newly expressed love flowing between them.



Part Six

Enterprise - Bridge

Helmsman Travis Mayweather shifted in his chair as he gazed at the viewscreen. He was worried. They had not received any communication from Archer or Hoshi and it had been at least a day since they had left to go through this gateway. He fought the urge to once again ask T�Pol how much longer they were going to wait. He was getting impatient just sitting here. Travis wished that he could have gone along with Archer and Hoshi, instead of waiting. But he followed orders.

�Ensign Mayweather?� It was T�Pol.

The good-looking dark-skinned young man turned in his chair to look at his superior officer, who was sitting in the comm chair.

�We have waited long enough,� T�Pol said.

Travis looked curiously at the exotic-looking female Vulcan. �Sub-commander?� He questioned.

�Set a course for the gateway.�

Travis turned back around to his console, tapping buttons on the navigation panel, while a big smile broke across his youthful face. �Course set.�

�Proceed.�

Enterprise moved gracefully through the gateway, then vanished.

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