<center>Immediately following the events of <b><u>Where the Heart is</u></b></center>

Dev Baskalar soared through the plains of Telos on his speeder, not sure exactly where he was heading. Yet, somehow, he knew where he was going. Anger fueled his actions, somehow guiding him to some location which might shed light on the situation. It were as though some faint voice in the distance were calling his name, beckoning him.

Dev's eyes closed almost outside his control, a cloudy vision dancing across his mind's eye. He saw a man in a suit, some type of businessman. In the periphary of the scene Dev was able to make out some sort of logo, he didn't recognize the company. He immediately opened his eyes and brought the speeder to a screeching halt. He retrieved his datapad, and quickly scribbled down the logo from his vision. Entering a few commands, the datapad began scouring the HoloNet for confirmation on the logo.

"<i>Stellar Enterprises...</i>" Dev whispered to himself as the results for the logo came back. He perused the information regarding Stellar Enterprises, and found that the President of the corporation was Rob Stellar. Upon further reading, he discovered that Stellar was in the process of providing assistance to the ravaged planet Telos.

Of course, it was all coming together now. Somehow, this Rob Stellar would help point him in the right direction. He didn't know how, or why, but he knew that the next step in finding the man who killed his family would begin with Rob Stellar.

As quickly as the speeder had stopped, it was in motion once again - flying forward at several hundred kilometers per hour. Dev didn't know exactly where he was going, yet somehow, he knew how to get there.

"Mr. Stellar." Dev said dryly.

"Greetings Dev Baskalar, how can I hel-"

"My parents were murdered, I'm looking for the man responsible." Dev said, cutting the CEO off mid-sentence.

Rob Stellar nodded as he attempted to absorb the information.

"What can I do to help?" The President of Stellar Enterprises replied.

"I understand you're organizing a renovation effort here on Telos?"

"Yes, we are." Stellar said, not quite sure what to make of Dev Baskalar. He'd heard the story of his family who was murdered brutally, and he appeared to be clothed in the garb of a Jedi. He didn't <i>seem</i> like a Jedi. Something was off.

Dev Baskalar stood there silent.

Rob Stellar began to speak before the moment became awkward. "We.. have been dealing with a certain criminal element here on the planet. The issue is more serious than we had initially thought."

Dev nodded as he took in the information, so Rob continued. "Well, it appears there's an underground organization lead by..." Rob Stellar paused as he retrieved a sheet of flimsi off the top of his desk, "Cyrus Ohk'Rylly?"

<i>Is Cyrus Ohk'Rylly the man that killed Rade Mar back on Gelgelar? Did he murder my <b>family</b></i>?

Dev stood there motionless as he considered the possibilities. Rob Stellar waited, not sure what to make of the silence, just as he was about to speak to break the silence Dev Baskalar continued.

"Do you know where I can find Cyrus Ohk'Rylly, Mr. Stellar?"

"Yes, we've surrounded their underground station, as well as cut off their possible escape routes."

"Good." Dev said, a smile began to form on his lips.

"I'll transmit the coordinates to your datapad, Mr. Baskalar. If you require any assistance of Stellar, let me know and I can dispatch-"

"No need, Mr. Stellar. I'll handle your criminal element from here." Dev said, interrupting the man.

"There's about 25 to 30 men down there..."

"I'll handle it from here, Stellar. Thank you for your time." Dev said, as he turned and exited the room without another word.

The sewers were dark and murky, clearly a place where the criminals could avoid unwanted attention.

Only now, they had drawn the attention. The attention of Dev Baskalar, and it wasn't the type of attention they wanted.

Dev trampled through the muddy waters without hesitation. The hood of his brown robes concealing his face all the more in the darkness. To those that saw him approaching, he appeared like some apparition of death. A lone man, venturing into the territory of many.

Dev knew no fear. At this point, he only knew hate.

As Dev Baskalar the rogue Jedi Padawan tread through the stank water, he began to feel something. He sensed the presence of those he sought.

As he got to the corner of the tunnel he began to see that there was a light around the corner. The criminal's base of operations, no doubt.

As Dev rounded the corner, he saw them. Huddled together as if they were in some safe zone. The light shone upon him and cast shadows across his visage, concealing him from his foes.

In unison, they turned their attention to the intruder - clearly surprised.

The next few moments were a blur, it were almost as if Dev didn't control his own actions, like instinct was taking over.

In a flurry of lightsaber flourishes Dev shot forward, decapatating the first guard in a quick, clean motion.

The room erupted in a crimson haze as blaster fire came from all directions, creating a deadly light show in the dank room.

With subtle percision, Dev wielded his lightsaber deflecting bolts, and returning others to their attackers. Dev acted as if he were unconscious, the Force took full control of his actions.

Within moments, Dev stood in the center of a pile of corpses. He looked around, as if he was seeing the chaos for the first time. There was one man lying on the ground in front of Dev, still struggling to breathe. A blaster bolt had been re-directed right into his chest, he only had a few minutes to leave.

"Where's Cyrus!?" Dev screamed, placing the tip of his blade just centimeters from the man's face.

Physically unable to give a response, the man reached up, pointing around the corner before falling back into the ground - <i>dead</i>.

Dev averted his attention, he could sense it. Cyrus Ohk'Rylly was just around the corner.

Soon, Dev would have the answers he was looking for.

The town below glowed in the night like a beacon. That was sort of fitting since the place was a beacon of hope for the few thousand people that had somehow survived on Telos. Before, they had all lived in the filth of the destroyed city, without a chance for a better life. Now, after the arrival of Stellar Enterprises the citizens could have hope once more. They had choices available to them that were closed before.

Life in the destruction that had followed the Telos disaster had hardened the survivors and almost all had chosen to stay and help rebuild their torn world. Only a handful had left the planet for a life somewhere else in the galaxy. The rest were now living and working within the makeshift town that had been set up for them.

It had been a struggle to help these people, but it was all worth it in the end, Rob thought as he smiled slightly. He was watching the town from his shuttle as it flew lazily towards the ruined city. The criminals on the planet had been hard pressed to give up control they had held, but little by little the forces of Stellar Enterprises had wretched it out of their grasp.

With their eradication, however, the Telos rebuilding effort could fully commence. Already two massive C-22B Construction droids were roaming an area just outside the main city. They were huge machines with the ability to take in rubble and recycle it internally. Once broken down, that debris was used to construct new structures to replace the old. Already, from a distance, Rob could see the new housing building taking shape.

"How is the atmosphere?" Rob asked Colonel Pettreias.

The man sat beside Rob Stellar with a datapad in his hands. "The new samples look very promising. Radiation levels have dropped almost fifty percent and total pollution levels had declined by forty three. It would seem that the seeds are working as predicted. The levels are still high, but not deadly. We expect them to drop to normal levels within a month. Also, the new soil samples are in and we think a planting could be completed in two weeks. The new fertilizes are working wonderfully."

He paused to look out of the large viewport, seeing the flight of Hammerhead fighters escorting them. "We can soon start spreading out all over the planet and help it help clean it up as a whole."

Rob smiled and turned towards the Colonel. "We will, we will. Rescuing this planet is why we are here."

He walked around the corner to see him standing there, <i>Cyrus Ohk'Rylly</i>.

He stood there trembling, knowing that his fate would soon be that of the rest of his gang.

"Are... you... the one?" He said, though he could barely manage to do so.

"The <i>one</i>?" Dev Baskalar asked, as he approached Cyrus.

"The... the... the..." he stuttered and stammered as he attempted to speak, "the one... the one he said... he said was coming?"

"<i>He</i>?" Dev asked, not sure what to make of the man's rambling.

"I.. I.. I.." He began but was so frazzled he couldn't continue.

"Where is he?" Dev began, "where is the man in the black cloak?"

"He.. he.. he.. he said he could help you find him."

"Who? Who said he could help me find him?"

"The.. the... he.. he wants to help you... he knows... he... here.." Cyrus said attempting to reach for a datacard. He nervously grasped at it before dropping it.

Dev used the Force to grasp the small datacard before it fell into the sewer and it floated through the air, landing in Dev's palm.

"Does this have what I'm looking for?" Dev asked, motioning to the datacard.

"Ya..ye... ya... yes." The man said, nodding.

"Is there anything else of value that you can tell me?" Dev asked, as he stowed the small card in a pocket on his belt.

"N-N-N-No.." He said, shaking his head.

"Then what use are you to me?" Dev said as he unclipped the lightsaber from his belt, leaping to action as he ignited the blade and spun around slicing the man in half at mid-chest. The lifeless corpse fell to the floor in six peices as Dev Baskalar turned and exited.

He had what he was looking for, and soon he would find the man in the black cloak. Then, he would avenge the death of his Master; Rade Mar, and the family he never knew. The innocent family whose lives were cut tragically short. For that, he would pay.