Corden's Storyline - The Whyrm and the Droid

Operative Nyx' Journal

I woke up bright-eyed and bushy tailed this morning, and immediately flew Corden's ship to the garden where I met the Whrym (@TheWhyrm) the previous day.  I found him in the garden and introduced myself properly, without Corden.  Arriving in traditional Jedi clothing, my hair braided and with Kiffar beads, and both my own and Jedi Master Deese's lightsabers on my belt.  He asked quite a few questions and in the end said he needed to confer with the other Jedi Masters, but that my loss of Force abilities was not that I separated from the Force, only that I suppressed my abilities.  He believes he might not be able to teach me, but a Jedi healer might be able to reconnect me.  I am ecstatic that there is finally hope for this condition!  During our discussion, it came out that he was concerned about my involvement in the Rebellion, and he quizzed my knowledge of the third trials Jedi have to undertake.  I explained that my involvement with the Rebellion is to restore the Jedi Order by providing a safe place for Jedi to exist.  In addition to, my current missions involve keeping an eye over Darth Vader on the Executor, as well as observing the Sith existing in the Sith Nexus.  In doing so, I intend to route this information to both the Jedi Order and the Rebellion to do with as they please.  The Whyrm said he needed to confer first with the Jedi Masters before speaking with me again.  I will leave that up to him as to what our relationship will be in the future.

Yet I have not spoken to the Rebellion since I infiltrated their ship and hacked their systems to retrieve holo data.  I assume there is a bounty already on my head, but with the security holo from the Dammarung, I can prove my innocence.  But the danger is whom do I report this to?  Who within the Rebellion can I trust?

In getting back to the space station, the clones assembled a battle droid that I took the liberty of testing.  Unfortunately, that wasn't such a brilliant idea in my depowered state, and I took a nasty hit to my chest plate which dented it and left a rather large bruise.  I played the little pansy and got Corden to baby me back in his quarters.  It feels so good to get taken cared of!