Space was such a desolute place. Yet for ms. Horn, leader of the Obeserver Jedi, it was the one place that felt like home.

Out of the viewport there was nothingness to great her. With the Training vessels cloak up there was nothing to see. She cannot see out and there was no way that any one could detect what was hidden within the cloak shield.

But she was not as blind as she may appear she continues reaching out with the force for any sign that her guests had arrived. Their life signs would indicate when she needed to come out of hiding.

She touched the glass gently. She hoped that it would be soon she always looked forward to glimpsing the stars that were the backscape of her only true home.


* * *

Three weeks ago:


Zed was making a patrol of the Vinda Corp. home world of Bonadan.

There had been a series of reports of a ring of thieves that specialized in stealing speeders. Once they had them they took them to a "Virbro shop". The term was used to describe the fact that once the theives stole the expensive vehicles they took them apart to sell the parts on the black market. Doing this they manage to avoid most law enforcment becuae the parts are simply to scattered to trace.

The droid would not have even taken up the case, except for teh fact that these thieves were getting to good. Stealing massive numbers of top of the line speeders with out a trace.

His dog like droid, K7-9, was roaming the perimeter of one of these Vibro Shops. Sniffing around for any familiar scent markings or DNA evidence that could be correllated to other shops or to a perp with a record on file.

Walking with clanging feet. K7 feeds a data stream to Zed. He had lots of scents but none that could be readily identified.

None except for one. It had a scent marker of one Unidentified sentient and one Vonta Horn.

Zednine double checks the findings. They run and prove authentic.

"K7 take me to where you found this scent file." He inquires to his partner. K7 acknowledging with a quick yip.

The pair walk to a spot by the wall. K7 stops and points his snout at a spot on the wall. Zed feels around the area, his steal hand bumps the wall and he hears a thump. The metal was hollow?

There was not visible seal, who ever made this hollow hide their work well. Pulling his arm back he flatens his palm and thrusts right through the thin metal covering the hallow. He then grips the sheet of steel in his hand, making a loud creak as his fingers dug into the sheet. It came loose with out much of a fight. Inside were several data cards.

K7 barked out loud again. Indicating more of the same DNA.

Puting one data card into a data pad he looked into it.

It was a short printed message from Vonta.

::Zed 9 I thought that K7 might pick up on my scent. This message is for Mr. Vinda himself. Sorry that I could not be more direct but I wanted to be as descrete as possible. One of the alderaanian guard members planted this here after following the reports of escalated theivery. I knew that you would have to look into this eventually. Inclosed is information for meeting with Vinda or a representitive of the VC. This is under the table friend so keep this as secretive as you can. Oh, yes. And additionally in the other data cards you well find information reguarding the location of the next vibro shop and some particulars on a couple of their operatives. The guardsman was kind enough to infiltrate them for you.

-May the force be with you Zednine::

Zed collected the rest of the data files putting them into his belt pouch.

K7 gave a whine of inquiry.

" Just some new evidence my friend." Zed made his way too his own speeder. This evidence would crack the case so he owed his progenator a favor he intended to pay off immediately.

Zed contemplated the ramifications of Vonta's apparent return from the dead. He had seen the reports from Almania on her disapperance. VC had even analysed the data that was the only evidence of her dissappearance. Although it came out inconclusive there was a strong concensis amoung the scientist at VC that she was more then likely dead.

He smiled internally that she was back amoung the living. And in death one has more options against ones enemies then one often does in life.


* * *

Back at Vinda corp the data card with the message reaches the desk of a Mr. Vinda. Along with a report on operations involving the smuggleing ring there was an undisclosed data card.

Marked only as "Confidential".

Just waiting to be played along with the rest of the reports.

Containing detailed information on a meeting with the Observers.

Bonadan: Vinda Corp Headquarters...

Focusing on the corporation aspects of work had been rather arduous for Miles Johnson; the diplomat had been having a hard time getting back into the swing of things ever since his last diplomatic venture. Nonetheless, he continued to press on, keeping up with his dedication to those he worked for and to those of the Bonadan community. However, there was still something lacking within the diplomat. His character was paying its own price, and those that knew him well noticed, despite his innate inclination to hide it.

Miles desk, despite the amount of hours the man spent within his office and on his work, was cluttered with paperwork. Not just paperwork, but file reports as well. Every inch of his desk was just about completely covered, without much of a clear space in sight.

He'd found himself procrastinating a lot as most of his work only found itself being half finished instead of complete.

Whether it was the large amount of stacked up piles of work that was sprawled across Miles desk or something else, the Vinda Corp representative knew he needed to start getting serious. After all, he was still being relied on, that alone was enough to keep him striving, at least for the time being.

Miles' gaze came to settle on a pack of datacards, datacards in particular that he was sure that he had not seen on his desk in the last few days. There weren't that many employees that were allowed into Miles office uninvited, (Miles had too many confidential files of his own that needed to be kept away from prying eyes.) so Miles assumed that the data had to have come from someone with an open invitation to his office.

It took quite a bit of reading, but Miles still managed to delve through all of the information. When he finally finished, he wasted no time in calling on his personal secretary.

"Ms. Kraine, page a call to Mr. Vinda for me, please. I need to speak with him in regards to a diplomatic matter. Tell him it’s in reference to..."

He paused, trying to find a word that would suffice Vinda.

"... matters of the force.."

Much to Miles apprehension, the meeting that had taken place with Vinda had gone rather well. The young diplomat had walked into Seth's office feeling rather uptight, but he'd left feeling completely at easy, owed solely toward Vinda's calm, cool, and collected yet debonair demeanor. Not only had he made Johnson feel at ease, but also he'd convinced the despondent gentleman to get back into the swing of things again, coaxing him to take the diplomatic venture that had been directed strictly for his eyes only. In truth, it hadn't taken much coaxing at all; Vinda had long since been much of the fatherly figure for Miles. The diplomat would do anything for the businessman if asked. It was a relationship that just was adhered, never really knowing if either recognized the meaningful understanding of it or not. It just was.

He'd packed lightly, only stuffing his baggage with what was necessary; he didn't expect to be gone long. Still, in the back of his mind, he thought of the one simple diplomatic mission that had gone completely awry. There was always the idea of what if, something Miles could no longer forget to consider. He'd make due, operation "sensation" was to take place in less than twelve hours; like it or not, he'd have to make due. Paranoia would just have to go along for the ride; sooner or later Miles would eventually create a backseat for it.

After he'd finished packing, he'd returned to his desk to gather all the important restricted data on his desk, storing it and locking it away for safekeeping. Telling no one but his secretary that he was leaving for diplomatic exposure, he had gathered all of his belongings for the mission and left. Whatever and whoever needed him, he'd have to get back to.

Seven hours later..

Though perhaps prosperous enough to take a comfortable yet spacious piece of transportation to his desired destination, the diplomat declined himself of such a luxury, plain suiting him best. He took the smallest craft stationed within the docking bay, the dock handler insisting that he take something more fitting for a diplomat, but Miles waved the man off, insisting that what he had picked out for himself would do.

The process of getting into hyperspace seemed quite abrupt, and too easy, it was Miles that made it all difficult. Miles' hesitation seemed to be the only thing stopping him from "getting back into the swing of things", as it were. It took the Vinda Corporation representative longer than necessary to place the desired local point into the main computer; he was too busy contemplating the pros and cons of the mission ahead of him.

He didn't like what he had become, he drew to realize as he glared at the main computer, his fingers hovering over the controls.

"Snap out of it, Miles. You're the only one who can help yourself out of this one," he mumbled gingerly to himself, the pressures of stress creeping up on him, providing the anomalous behavior of talking out loud to himself.

Finally coming out of his fog of hesitation, the diplomat forced himself to set the desired destination into the computer. Within minutes he would drop out of hyperspace and head right for the middle of no where.

The meeting data was simple.

:Between Roonadan and Bonadan drop out of hyper space and make the accorded microjump from there to a point in the middle of no where outside of normal hyperspace routes.

Vonta stares at the black abyss tweelve hours have passed her by. The time that she was to meet with a Vinda Corp representive was approaching.

"T-minus." Vonta counts off the seconds on her wrist cronometer.

"5-4-3-2-1." She 'felt' a life force a moment before reversion occurred out side of the cloak-shield.

Vonta looked up in surprise. For she was not feeling Mr. Vinda as she had hoped but someone new. The life force was one of eagerness, containing a young energy. Young but open.

-As a diplomate should be.- Vonta thinks to herself.

Vinda had a unique force signature. He was force sensitive to a limited degree so she knew him when she felt him.

"-zero." This new sentient being just entered real space.

She sends out a telepathic message to the bridge of the 400 meter training frigate that she was on and too the other two cloaked carrier vessels that were off her bow.

At once the black nothingness faded away to be replaced by a star scape.

From the vantage point of the ship that she can now see.

A single one person craft hyperspace capable.


* * *
The IFF transponders send out a signal identifiying them as Observer Order vessels.

As to not disturb the would be guest into thinking they had just walked into a trap.


Three ships appear out of now where as only imperial double blind cloaks are capable of. The largest of the three was a 400 meter vessel it was shaped in a way that was reminiscant of mon-cal vessels. With Graceful curves abounding it's visage. The ship had two prongs that made it look like a giant claw without the hook. In the rear of the craft was a bridge tower that was simular to those found on star destroyers. Adding a fin to the natural design.

Between the 'prongs' was the hanger bay.

On either side of this ship appeared two escort vessels. They looked like giant versions of the YT series freighters. It could easily be assumed that these ships were not meant for direct capitol ship combat. They had six quads on the top and bottom of the ship for a total of tweelve. It was armed with Heavey laser and Ion canons (6 turbolasers and 4 Ion canons) But they were set in a forwards position. Unable to turret around like a normal vessels weapons would be. This ship was suited for flying along with fighters and nothing else.

A message was sent to the VC craft to follow an assigned vector and to dock in the bay of the larger craft.

As much as the diplomat should have been alarmed by what could have been adverse contact; he was not. It was almost as if Johnson had become immune, blind to what was around him. (Even after the visible craft had marked itself known.)

In reality the man was capricious, unable to make up his mind, too consumed with other ludicrous ideas that bothered him to even care about what was directly in front of him.

He docked at the bay of the larger craft, his legs coming to have a mind of their own as they brought him out of his craft toward the other craft's proprietor.

A piece of Vinda Corporation's fate rested in a befuddled irresolute man's hands, yet still, all was satisfactory.

His will could always be counted on.