Gaiel Remus slowly began to regain consciousness. He did not know how long he had been lingering about in the kolto tank he found himself in, but he was surprised–and grateful–that he was still alive. The memories were rough and splintered in his mind; it took several minutes for him to remember why he was swimming in this vat of healing liquid. He had been on the Renegade with his strike team, fighting a Dark Jedi, who Gaiel thought he had known from somewhere, when Betror died. The shock of the young Quermian’s death rippled through his subconscious again, evoking the painful sensation that had washed over Gaiel when he’d first sensed the young Jedi die. But what had happened after that? He had engaged the Dark Jedi dueling Syme, but he was bested and injured. Everything thereafter was s