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Coruscant, mid-city.


It bothered Kennero that Mina hadn't contacted him yet. He hadn't been certain how long she might stay with Sam at the funeral, or if she'd take some time for herself, but it had been long enough now that he would have expected something from her. They hadn't missed checking in a single day in five years. He wasn't irritated or frustrated, he was bothered; something felt wrong.

"R4, monitor as much radio traffic as you can up there and tell me as soon as you detect Mina's ship."

He could go to her planet side apartment and wait for her, but that felt even more like doing nothing than putting the job of finding her on the tin shoulders of his astro-mech droid. With a deep breath he reminded himself to be calm, found his center, and in what felt like only a moment he heard the beeping of his COM that could only be R4 with a hit.

"Show me, R4." He said, listening as the audio on his receiver played back a badly static'd recording of Armina's voice issuing her identification for landing, but no official record of her ship anywhere on any of the docks. He could search the planet... if he wanted to see her again in the next year. There were too many open docks for her to have used, and even more un-authorized stations, to go guessing.

And she wouldn't have landed without trying to contact him.

"R4 prep my fighter." The Prince says icily into his COM, his mood darkening as possibilities fill his mind. Too soon, this is too soon. It's been hours since Isani made her threat - and a thread is what it was, whether she's willing to admit to herself or anyone else that she's stooped low enough for petty threats since her fall - and already he can't find Mina.

He's well aware the dangerous and all-too precarious anger rising in him is inappropriate at best, murderous at the worst, but he doesn't care. Until he finds Mina, he still won't care.

"Star hailing the most obvious docking authorities R4. Send a data transmission requesting information on her ship first, and then on her upon response." He orders as the fighter lowers itself to his position at R4's programmed piloting and he climbs aboard.

Missing Score

Cole accepted the weight of the saber in his hand. The steel of it felt cold, and he could feel the weight of the parts inside it. A tool like this was not easy to find or construct.

"" Cole said solemnly. Then turning to one of his troopers: "you personally responsible.>"

Cole glanced down at the lightsaber, and then at his captain's hip. There was a magnetic strip, powerful enough to keep something like a blaster or lightsaber in place, even during the rigors of combat, but not so powerful that a soldier, or a Jedi with the Force, could not pull it off in an instant. Cole slapped the lightsaber onto the magentic strip.

"At all times.>"

The soldier nodded, understanding, and then returned her gaze to the Jedi, awaiting further orders.

""

Cole clasped his hands behind his back again and stared at Knight Rahl as she was escorted away. Cole took no pleasure in doing this to a Jedi, but there was more than a slim chance of her not being a Jedi. He'd be damned if he was fooled twice.

Corruo


He has a point. Morbella told herself, considering the pieces of the pie in her own mind while she waited the GA's response. And I've never been at the helm of a Cruiser before... That brought a smile to her own lips, a self-satisfied smirk as she gave herself a moment to visualize herself at that command. While she didn't feel giddy over the prospect of flying into space surrounded by men loyal to the Empire, side by side with a Sith who had a habit of getting stuck in her teeth, for however many weeks it took Sephis to even find Venia... or at the high probability of running into Republic Patrols and even Pirates the longer they were away from the Corruo... it was still something.

Before the Visum look-a-like had fallen into her lap she'd been a walking corpse, just waiting for some treasonous evidence to crop up before the Admiral. The longer she was idle on this damned cruiser-turned-station she felt the noose around her neck tightening.

This would be something new, something exciting, something dangerous, sure, but at least it was a way for her to go out fighting if that's what it came to.

"Okay." She said nonchalantly, dropping her glare and discarding her reluctance without a thought. "Put yourself together while the grown-ups think about it."

Coruscant - Low Orbit


Brooding silently, Kennero reached out with his senses as the small, nimble fighter craft floated aimlessly over the planet, just above the Thermosphere. He was reaching for Mina, blocking out everything else but her, but still he couldn't touch her. His anger was a barrier; some anger at himself, for not being there to meet her planet side, but mostly anger at whatever forces were holding her. That anger was simmering at the moment, fed by the frustration of his own mental handicap it caused, and growing every time his thoughts came back to it.

R4 beeped and the Falleen's black eyes opened, wordlessly opening his COM to 'receiving' as the astromech informed him a connection had been made.

"Who am I speaking to?" He said, his tone as dangerous as his mood, but he made no demands or threats. This was Republic space, which meant Mina was with Republic representatives... threats would get him no where in rendezvousing with her, even if they might make him feel better.

Missing Score

"Who am I speaking to?"

A demanding, authoritative tone. A frustrated tone. Cole had a feeling he was walking into a political death trap here.

"" Cole declared, answering his recipient's question in full. ""

Diplomat or no, this Jedi was dealing with the military now. Cole could only react according to protocol, if this person proved to be difficult.

To Anaxes

She certainly asks a lot more of me, than she's willing to answer in return.

Everything with this woman was one secret after another, and even though he knew he'd learn the answer to his questions eventually, that fact didn't ease his concerns.

"I'm afraid I don't know you well enough to amuse you with my life's story, just yet."

Roku neglected to mention that his life's story was a mystery to himself, as well. That his trip to Coruscant was meant to shed light on that very topic.

Yeah. That was such a successful adventure...

Point Nadir.

Darkness covered the vast amounts of dust and junk that lay scattered across the unused passages in the caverns, places untouched by light or people for a long time long. Shuffling footsteps echoed throughout the abandoned spaces of this empty area. Outside the tunnel, the heavy sound of engines could be heard, ships both incoming and departing, dampening the sounds of her scurrying about to anyone that might be near. The purple Twi'lek vanished into a side-passage, straight towards a small Com station.

There was one single human inside, scrawny, his back turned towards the approaching female as he handled the incoming transmissions. It took little effort to take him out, silently and quick, as she had been taught. With the use of his keycard, gaining access to the system proved to be equally swift. A single beep confiming entry into the system as the panel for the dock-controls unlocked. 'Authentication succes; Welcome.' She mouthed the words that appeared on the screen.

Slowly the warning lights at the bay-door started to light up as it began to close, some continued to flicker for a while as the system turned on the shields, preventing any of the small cargo ships to blast their way through. She had effectively blocked anyone from leaving the station, either to flee or to get help. At least for those docked at the Tethers. A single aimed blaster shot made sure no-one was gonna fix that anytime too soon either.

With a satisfied smile on her face, she quickly hurried out to return in hiding, before anyone was actually smart enough to check on the problem. People began to either leave their spacecraft or return to their docks as the station's exit was suddenly blocked off. The noise of machines quickly being replaced by angry complaints and shouts.

She had just managed to slip into the ventilation system to move to their first rendezvous point as Kal called in, a soft chuckle could be heard in response over the intercom with a few unclear grunts along with a loud banging from above Kal, coming from the ceiling. The moment the grid fell down to the floor, it was followed by the shapely form of a Twi'lek, landing gracefully at his side.
"And perfectly on time even... The docking bay is on lockdown, that's one worry less. Well, until word of us manages to arrive up at the Slips. But I'm not sure if that can be helped, security is bound to be top notch there."

To Anaxes

Rokumasu listened as she rambled on, through her story. He was relieved that she didn't push the matter of his activities, before their encounter, but it wasn't unreasonable seeing how little she had told him. Her demeanor and posture made it appear as if the entire story was meant to be taken lightly, similar to a joke or a satirical tale.

"Sucks to be Paul. Sounds like he's lived a rough life."

If the story were an actual account of someone's life, there really wouldn't be much else to say. After enduring a series of events similar, Roku imagined that most would just end their own lives, to put a stop to it all. He couldn't imagine any of it to be true, though. She certainly didn't make it out to be.