Logan replayed the messege again.

It was late in the night and Jai and Mahk were watching it for the third time.

"I received this a few hours ago."

Mahk looked suspicious.

"I do not trust her. She is a pirate and she undoubtedly wants to harm you. I advise against going to Coruscant"

Logan shook his head..

"Mahk, there was somthing about her...she seems...almost...familiar"

Mahk sighed but didn't say anything else, which was a sign of his stopping the argument.

Logan looked at Jai. And she looked right back at him.

"Jai, this may help get your child back. I have to go..."

Jai sighed and looked to Mahk. He had clearly displayed his opinion on the whole matter...Bren or No Bren. Jaina was torn...was she to tell Logan to go; sending him, surely, into the jaws of death...or was she to make him stay; keeping her little girl in the clutches of the pirates?

"Joren...I.............Do what you must."

Logan nodded and turned to go.

He stopped at the door and looked back.

"I will be back before you know it" He said. Then he left.


Half an hour later he walked onboard the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Keerow<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->'s bridge. Captain Neychev stood and saluted.

"Admiral, course set for Coruscant"

Logan nodded in satisfaction and sat down in his command chair.

"Please enter hyperspace" He said.

"What'll it be, Miss?"

"Almanian Tea...with a shot of whiskey, barkeep."

"You got it."

Alissa Logan sat at the bar of 'The Sunset Inn', a shady dive in the seediest part of Coruscant. She had come here a few days ago to aquire a room...and to wait. She was to wait for Joren Logan. She wasn't sure what to look for, maybe a older military man, but that was about it.

She looked around and scoffed. She was a bloodlust pirate, yes, but everyone had thier limits...and this place was beyond hers. She would have rather staying aboard her ship, The <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Saber's Claw<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->, but she had to follow orders, even though she was second in command.

As the bartender set her drink down in front of her, the com clipped to her belt went off. She knew exactly who it was, and therefore waited a minute before answering, takeing a sip of her drink. She finally answered to com after the bar's clientel began giveing her looks...

"Lis here."

"You deaf space rat! Why didn't you answer me sooner?"

"Temper, temper, Dear Brother."

"Oh shut up. Look, listen and listen good. The Old Man's spacecraft just came out of hyperspace and launched a shuttle. Be ready. The time is at hand."

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Interesting<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> Logan thought as he entered the Sunset Inn on Coruscant.

The bar was populated by your average scum and lowlife. But the good thing was nobody was really paying attention to him. Instead of his uniform, he was wearing civilian clothes, and a blaster at his hip.

Also, Mahk wasn't with him this time. Which was very unusual.

Logan spotted the woman from the messege at a table in a shadowy part of the tavern. He walked over and stood in front of her.

"Hello"

Lis looked up...with a glance up and down at the man, she rolled her eyes.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Not <!--EZCODE BOLD START--> another<!--EZCODE BOLD END--> one<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->.

"Look, scuzzbag, I don't have a light, I don't want you to buy me a drink, I don't think this seat is vacant, I don't want to dance, I don't want to go somewhere quieter, and I don't take cash <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> or<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> credit. So f*** off."

Alissa was sick and tired of being hit on, she'd had enough. And who did this old man think he was?! She was at least 30 years younger than he was. She scoffed and knocked back another swig of her tea and whiskey.

Logan narrowed his eye.

"You obviusly have no idea who you are dealing with" He said quietly.

Logan sat down and studied her. There was somthing that was eerily familiar about her.

"My name is Joren Logan" He said. "Former or the New Alliance, Admiral in the New Republic, and commander of the Star Destroyer <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Keerow<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->"

He kept one hand on his blaster as he said all of this. When he finished he stared at her without emotion.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Joren Logan! Oh no! What have I done!?<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

Alissa had no clue the man was Logan. She mentally cursed herself for not haveing had sought out a recent holo of him. But...now that she looked at him, he was, no doubt, the man she seeked.
"Forgive me, Sir. Your entrance and dress were expected to be of a higher standard. My mistake entirely."

Lis figured there was no better time than now...she had ruined any first impression she could have made, so shocking him further and without any delicacy, she thought, would now make no difference.

She swiveled on her bar stool to face him and held out her hand, "My name is Alissa...Alissa Logan."

A cold spear of ice shot through Logan at that minute. He tried to keep the shock, disbelief, horror and an unknown amount of other emotions off his face.

He had no success.

"<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> What<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->"!?! He just about shouted at her.

It had to be a mistake. It must be coincidence...

"Yes..."

She acted cruelly and let all the questions in his eyes just hang in the air unanswered as she continued. "I must apologize for the attack, and the raid...and the children. We would have been less dramatic, but...my brother believes in big, lasting first impressions."

She smiled slightly. "Yet, don't worry of the young girl. She is upstairs in my room, safe and sound being watched over by my personal protacal droid...and assassin droid. Meerly for her protection of course, I assure you."