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ITHOR, TAFANDA BAY

Isani laughs, a bright, reassuring one that makes Rikka grin for the oddness of it coming from Isani. "Information is Isani's trade," Isani explains. "It always has been."

Rikka shrugs. "Perhaps the universe has taken us for dead, but we have not been dead to the universe. I dislike not knowing."

That is true enough for Isani and Rikka both, though it's Isani with the further-reaching network and Rikka who is a part of it. A large part, yes, but not the whole... and Rikka will never betray her information to anyone but for Isani, because she knows it is Isani who will make the most amusing use of it.

"Though we thought you were still on Nar Shadda," 'Ali' admits on Isani-Rikka's behalf.

Isani-Rikka smiles. "It was a surprise to see you, but Ali you know we must be on..."

Rikka trails off and Isani nods - the apprentice, Daesha, is suspicious but Kal has yet to catch the slip. The moment he does... Isani's smile is too sweet.

[ Ithor, Tafanda Bay]

Rikka-Isani does not sit. Like the true Isani, she senses Daesha's suspicions, and also like Isani, she grows bored of this game. Eccen's surprise is only amusing for so long, and it has already grown stale as he repeats the same message in different words. I don't understand he says. I killed you, he thinks. Why are you here, where have you been.. Simple questions that Rikka answers in a harsh tone.

"Where did I go?" she mimics. "Nowhere - your Jedi are dead, Kal Rem."

She drops the illusion of Isani and between that breath and the next, she lunges for Daesha, grinning as she throws herself bodily at the Twi'lek. The intent is not to harm her (though it would be a welcome bonus), but to move her out of the way.

Naboo.


Mina's embrace finds him and wraps about him like a cloak, soft and warm, and Kennero welcomes the comfort. She is his light in the dark spaces, and this empty house is very dark indeed.

It's only a moment that they're alone together, but the strength that she gives him makes it longer and he's grateful for it because when Sam comes in, when he feels her emotions freeze over and burn cold, he knows that his loss pales in comparison - his Mina is alive, and he can continue to keep it that way no matter what warning or message his former Master saw fit to leave him with.

He can feel Sam's pain, but the anger burning behind those grey eyes is not welcome to an argument. He turns and returns Mina's sweet embrace with a squeeze of her shoulders and a brief, grateful, exchange of gazes, and goes to the unconscious woman's form. He senses no danger from her now, not because she's out but because Isani's task is complete, and there would be no further use for her - she's been discarded, just like everything else from Isani's life that she has no further use for. Bundling her up, Kennero pauses once to look at Sam and then to Mina before leaving through the front door.

Once outside, Kennero lays the woman on the grass and calls to R4 on his COM to bring his ship to his current co-ords.

Corruo

Sephis hit the hot metal plate that had fallen onto the turbolift floor when he heard the blaster go off. He then slid out of the elevator and activated his lightsaber again, ready to deflect any incoming blaster bolts. There were none, however. Not a single enemy waiting for him. And he could feel the mind he'd been chasing moving away at a normal foot speed.

So, then, if his target hadn't shot at him, what had they shot? That body on the floor, most likely. Naked, and crying out angrily from the pain of the shot. Sephis watched the person roll into a fetal position in a pathetic attempt to cope with the pain.

Sephis moved past her body and stared off in the direction his prey was headed in. She wasn't far off. Sephis could catch up to her in just a minute or two if he continued forward. There was this wounded person on the ground, though. They were most certainly an officer or enlisted of the Empire. And Sephis never could shake that lingering loyalty to the military.

Sephis turned back to the body with the intent of catching up with his prey after a few moment's distraction. She was moaning, and scraping blood across the floor while she tried to make her way to a communications console. Sephis felt a combination of pity and humor at the sight of her. In three steps, he was right next to her, and rolling her over with a light Force Push.

"Lie still," Sephis commanded, as he placed a hand over her abdomen.

He placed a gloved palm over her wound, applying pressure to stop the bleeding. Took a short moment to admire her body. She was very well-endowed. Snapping himself to attention, Sephis returned to his more sensible self and applied the Force to the wound. He could feel it flowing into the circular, bleeding hole. Could feel her body growing new tissue, sealing the wound and patching seared blood vessels.

Sephis looked up at her face. She should be recovering, sane and conscious, in but a moment.

The Corruo - Hangar

With a loud snap, followed by a long groaning sigh of metal, the Hangar doors opened up before her eyes. She nodded with somewhat of an embarrassed smile at the officer stationed at the desk, whom earlier had raised a brow at her somewhat clumsy behavior concerning the operation of the access panel.

She had to catch up on flight hours for her training. Or so she had told him as an explanation. He was still rather young himself and thankfully seemed to feel himself above such mundane tasks as checking out if she stood scheduled. Instead, mumbling for her to proceed, too pre-occupied with putting together rosters for ship maintenance and whatnot. Had it been the older officer in the back for her to deal with, whom she glimpsed dealing with some files, she probably wouldn't have get passed this point. Men of that age nearly always seem to want to do things by the book, skipping not a single rule. Thankfully, this one seemed to wave her off, satisfied that she managed to get her IDtag to work with the authorization panel. Though, she did overhear him muttering some unfriendly words about new recruits shortly after. She ignored them for her own safety.

"Flight training?" She'd barely set foot in the hangar when someone approached her. She quickly nodded in response, too nervous to speak a word. He seemed to look over for a moment, then promptly turned around and walked to the back. Had she looked suspicious or something? Did he somehow know she didn't belong here? Before she could get completely paranoid about the situation, he returned to stuff something in her hands. It appeared to be a flightsuit. "Helmet are over there." He pointed. "Just grab your size and you can change in the left locker-room in the back, there. You can take a fighter from deck B, they're all set up and ready for flight. You've got two hours. If it goes well, we'll see about including you in one of the squadron based training sessions for tomorrow."

"Yes, sir." She hastily said, and scampered off to get dressed.

She neatly folded the clothing given to her by Morbella, then stuffed it in the provisions pack attached to the flightsuit, rather then in one of the lockers. You never knew when it might come in handy, considering she wasn't just out of here yet. With helmet in hand, she quickly made her way to the appointed deck. Now all she had to do was board one of those fighters and get the hell out of there.

[ Naboo ]

"Grandmaster - ... Sam..." she says softly, reaching out to touch the other woman reassuringly for a brief moment. "I am so sorry."

With those quiet words, Mina follows Kennero out the door and leaves the former Grandmaster to grieve with privacy. The shock of it has left the knight feeling numb, and when she steps out of the house that was, she pauses sadly at the door.

Seeing Kennero, Mina steps to his side and wraps an arm around him for comfort, feeling his warmth by her side and knowing it will stay there. She doesn't know what she'd do in Sam's position, or how she'd deal with the grief. What Mina does know is that Kennero is there for her and she for him, and she leans into him.

ITHOR, TAFANDA BAY

Isani doesn't even deign to respond, staring coldly and challengingly at Kal Rem. If he wants to think she severed Ali's connection, despite the memories (the grief she's laid bare at her loss, though she tried to pull as much of it back as possible so as not to make her old self seem quite so weak)... then perhaps it is for the best. The more people who think Isani has cut ties entirely, the easier it will be for her to do so -- and the easier it will be to tell herself that she's done so.

(But the truth is Ali was Isani's anchor, and the Sith simply wasn't capable of destroying the woman who kept her grounded. Not that Isani will admit it - maybe then, but not now and not ever; Ali is dead and gone and the Darkness has taken Isani back. Because Darkness knows its own.)

"Well," she says icily after a moment's silence (deciding to answer now). She sounds thoroughly unimpressed by the accusation. "Thoughts are not my domain - so you may think whatever it is that helps you sleep at night."

Tython Space/ Jedi Temple - Grand Master's Room

The trip from the Shadow Prison had been uneventful to say the least but Ronyo had not expected anything to truly happen so quickly. In truth part of him did wonder if anything would happen at all. The freedom of choice made making any plans something of a idealistic dream but then those dreams are usual what people seek to fight for. Ronyo had learned to ebb and flow with the changing courses of human events like water, able to conform and shift into the desired shape and either be soothing and gentle or powerful and unyielding.

Now Ronyo sat in his room on Tython, Omega laying by the door, and several data-pads on his desk. He had been going through them for what seemed like forever reading all the information from the basic student reports, to the public listening of Republic actions, his known spy network, and the spy network that didn't know it was. With the information he was receiving he was also sending almost as much back out into the folds of those who he considered allies. Possible scenarios and orders to follow for each one should something or when something happened on different planets.

A brief calm in the storm of information had settled over the current Grand Master and he used the moment to calm his mind and reach out with the force. He listened to the galaxy and gained what knowledge he could through the emotions of each planet he had made plans for. It was on one of those planets Ronyo felt a great surge of emotion, powerful emotion, familiar emotion. It was the same hint that he had felt before but this time it was not hard to see. In a flash Ronyo's eyes opened in what could be surprise in his eyes for the first time in a long time.

"Omega...we're going to Naboo."