Soka had been searching tirelessly for Organa. He investigated any confirmed sightings of a all gray lioness, he had exhausted nearly all of his contacts, he had down right resorted to playing the sympathy card, asking strangers he found in the rogue lands if they had seen any female by her description.
He should have earned an award for that performance.
It knew full well what he did was sloppy, and foolish. It could have easily back-fired on them and tipped her off that this time the tables had turned and they that they were on the hunt for her. But desperate times called for desperate measures. He was ordered to find Organa at all costs, and so he shall.
Even if it meant rounding up every damn gray lioness he could find. At this point he was starting to wonder if this kind of manpower was even worth being wasted on searching for a needle in a haystack. She had most likely died in battle, her corpse rotten and picked clean by now. Should they not focus their attention on more pressing matters?
Sigh. Despite his reservations he would humor his Justicar until he finally gave up this fruitless search.
Finally though after weeks of trying to catch a fart in the wind (or what it felt like) he had actually spotted the mysteriously disappearing Justicar. Funny enough, it came at a moment when he wasn't actively searching for her, but instead when he had chosen to visit one of the popular vacation spots to get some R&R before he headed out again.
There was no mistaking who he saw swimming laps in the water that day. Gods be damned he had actually found his target. Turning tail Soka had quickly departed the Bahari without another word, heading off to once again track down another Justicar.
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