Umgul. Not exactly the ideal vacation hotspot...



A week prior, Leia had been coming off of one of the most dangerous legs of her trip home to Naboo, having had to skip across the edges of Imperial space for much of her journey. She had come perilously close to an unwanted encounter with an enemy boarder patrol, but otherwise had managed to make the trip without any major complications... save a bad head cold that she planned to nurse once she got back to Naboo. All she had left to do was revert out her last hyperspace jump, and spend no more than a few minutes in real space while she computed her final short jump to Naboo. No Problem, she’d be home in a few hours tops....

...except that she exited hyperspace right into the middle of a pirate raid on a large trade vessel. A motley handful of patched together fighters who had been keeping watch for danger nearby had immediately pounced on her. Their combined strength had proved to be more than Leia’s small personal ship could handle alone, and she had been forced to flee. Even though her ship had been faster and more maneuverable than her pursuit, they had managed to take her dorsal shields out, and just before her ship escaped back into hyperspace a pair of concussion missiles had exploded only meters above her ship, practically ripping the top of it off…

Leia had been forced to exit hyperspace only seconds into the jump. The integrity of the ship had just not been strong enough to handle the load of hyperspace, even for the short jump back to Naboo. It had then taken a lot of time and patience to coax the wounded ship to limp as far as Umgul, where she was forced to land for repairs and some good cold medecine. Naboo was maddeningly close by, but without repairs her ship never would have made it.

She had rented out a hangar berth in Umgul city, and had been told it would take almost a week for the proper parts to come in to repair her ship. As such, Leia had actually spent the first few days in the ship in the hangar bay, recovering from her cold. On her fourth day there her ship was finally taken for repairs, and since she was feeling better she decided to get out and explore the city for a bit.

After obtaining temporary quarters, her wanderings had brought her to one of the many gambling havens scattered throughout the city, where large crowds of overzealous, intoxicated persons of varying species wagered their money on Umgullian blob races. The prospect seemed bizarre to Leia, and she soon found herself seated at a bar in one such establishment, quietly observing the activity around her….


A mixed chorus of cheers and groans rang out from all over the establishment, creating quite a ruckus. From her seat at the bar, Leia glanced up from her drink to the large vidscreen hung on the wall behind the bar, just in time to see blob number 42 cross the finish line in first place. The information scrolling at the bottom of the screen indicated that it had been the favorite for the race. Rolling her eyes, Leia returned her attention to her drink and resumed wondering just how much more time she would have to waste on this ridiculous planet.

There's nothing for me here... might as well head back to the room.

Leia reached into her coat pocket for some credit chips to pay the bartender with, but to her surprise her fingers instead encountered a thin papery edge. The coat was Caprician; it along with a few other items of clothing had been given to her after pretty much everything she'd brought with her that had not been kept safely on her ship had been either lost or destroyed. The only personal possession that had somehow miraculously survived the chaos of the war between the Capricians and the Yuzzhan Vong was her lightsaber. Even then she'd started out with two, but lost one on... Providence, was it?

Hell, she couldn't even remember. Not that she really had any dear memories of that wretched war that she wanted to carry with her the rest of her life...

Her ravaged wrists suddenly began to ache more sharply than they usually did as if only to enhance the point, and Leia pulled the papery object out of her pocket to examine it curiously. It was a photograph.... a group photo of the small handful of Providence soldiers who had survived the war. Leia easily picked out the familiar face of Mathias on the left side of the group, and more slowly began assigning names to faces for the rest of them. They were all smiling, clearly proud to have finally beaten back the Vong and more than happy to be alive. But their eyes told a different story... Leia saw and identified with the grim weariness and fatigue shown there. Victory had come at a very high cost... and so much had been lost before it had been achieved.

The hints of a smile crossed her lips as she remembered their selflessness and bravery, and the light moments they had shared between battles...

Well, maybe there were *some* dear memories from that ordeal that she wanted to carry with her for the rest of her life…

There was a folded piece of paper bundled with the photo, and as Leia unfolded it she recognized it to be a handwritten note.

Leia...

An argument broke out behind her as two aliens disagreed over a wager, and she quickly refolded the note and stuffed both note and photo back into her pocket. She would read it later, in a more peaceful place...

Which reminded her, it was about time she left. Digging deeper into her pocket, she extracted a few credit chips and left them on the counter for the bartender.


***

The walk from the tapcafe to the room Leia was renting took her through some of the rougher parts of the city, yet even that combined with the growing darkness as night set in did not bother Leia as it should have. She had grown numb, gotten too used to the feeling of vulnerability that the Yuzzhan Vong made her feel, and the looming possibility of dying within the next 5 minutes. The result was a sort of wreckless abandonment quite useful when one stands alone against an entire army of Yuzzhan Vong...

Perhaps if she had not been so careless, what happened next could have been entirely avoided…

She was weaving through a series of dark back alleys, when a burly man twice her size took her from behind.

“Hey precious… you shouldn’t be out here all alone….”

Stunned and confused, Leia offered little resistance as the man roughly pinned her arms behind her back and practically threw her against an alley wall, pinning her against it. She felt the cold dampness of the duracrete wall against her cheek, and the man’s hands wandering places that she preferred they didn’t.

You’ve got to be kidding me…

The reality of what was happening suddenly hit her like a careening truck as she felt the man reach around her waist to unbuckle what he apparently didn’t realize was her blaster belt.

Leia’s patience with her uncanny string of bad luck had just broken its’ limits. If this man thought he was going to take advantage of her, he had another thing coming….

The man apparently realized that what he was holding onto was in fact the thick buckle of a blaster belt, and he cursed and quickly reached down for where her blaster should have been holstered at her right thigh. But he was too late, Leia’s blaster was already in her hand and even as he realized his error she shoved its’ blunt barrel into his thigh and pulled the trigger.

There was the sound of a blaster discharge and instantly the acrid tang of burnt flesh invaded Leia’s nose. The man yelped and fell away from her, clutching at his wound. Leia stumbled away from him, horribly shaken from how vulnerable she had just been.

Something inside of her reasserted that she was in control of this environment. She wasn’t on Capricia anymore, she was back where she belonged… and she was once again superior.

She walked back over to the man, and delivered a nasty kick to his groin.

“I don’t have a significant other either, but you don’t see me lurking around dark alleys trying to fulfill my personal needs by taking advantage of the weaker,” she snapped at him.

She turned and stalked away, leaving the man to fend for himself.

Or did she have a significant other…?

Her thoughts wandered off to Tyscio Korban, and what he was up to at that moment.

Traveling in the back drop of the blackend galaxy could be seen the Imperial Freigate. Inside; Recon Klain who had been badly damaged in the battle of the Holocron. Still unconscious the troopers were sending him to the closest system which was Bpfassh. There they hoped to seek medical aid and repair, and aid was the distress. Klain’s body had been trampled on and stabbed a badly; for he himself was lucky to be alive at the moment. His weak and tampered body layed inside a Bacta tank in the hospital quarters of the ship.

In this blanket of un-wanted sleep his mind seemed blank… dead and what seemed an eternity since he had been in the blacken of dark-sleep. It had been already thirty-five days since the holocron. Bone’s were shattered, cuts through deep, and the darkness fading. The last thing Klain saw was the leaving of the ground of Aries III; it was seen farther and farther away before he went into coma.

Watching the bacta tank was three doctors on-board and a troopers guarding the locked doors. A slight twitch of the finger of Recon Klain was seen. The doctors stood up from the chairs at which they lay. In what seemed a endless suspense the doctors relaxed and they didn’t believe he would wake so quick with all the medication and the drugs. The silence was quickly broken up as the holonet screen flashed open and the Captain the ship could be seen.

Captain: What is the current situation of Lord Klain?

Doctors: His body is still recovering and we don’t predict he will be better for another month or so; with the limited supplies on board we need to seek landing in the Silus sector to perform more adequate test.

Captain: Yes, we will seek to gain aid and repair in the Bpfassh. Carry on!

The holonet screen faded away into a small dot and the doctors continued to do as much study as possible. One doctor stood infront of the bacta tank and look directly into the Sith’s fallen eyes. Thinking; if this was the High Sith Prophet; how could he have been taken down by a group of undead warriors. Indeed, the story probably stormed the whole of the ship. But not entirely, only the doctors, captain, and a few royal troopers were allowed the knowledge of what had happened. This prevented strike and a loss of faith in the command of the ship.

The jump into hyper-space to reach the Silus sector would'nt be long and it was expected to gain access to the planet with minimal problems; it was an darkside friendly planet. Not knowing when recovery would be gained it was dangerious for people to know that it was a wounded Sith Master. All of this was taken into secrecy. The planet itself was the only one in the sector with a so called "advanced" technology in area; and the only hope for the fallen Sith Master...

The next day...


Leia yawned and rolled over in bed, stretching as she did so. She hadn't slept very well, and still felt rather groggy. A quick glance at the chrono sitting on the stand beside her bed informed her that it was almost noon, which surprised her. She'd never really had much of a habit of sleeping in, even when there was the option to. With a long sigh she kicked the blankets off of herself, slipped out of bed, and padded to the 'fresher for a long hot shower.

Despite the fact that Leia had specifically directed the repair crew to only fix what systems were required to enable the ship to make the trip back to Naboo safely, the repairs on her ship weren't scheduled to be completed for another few days: there had been a considerable amount of serious hull damage. In the meantime she had rented a small room in a middle class hotel which was located not too far from the spaceport where her ship was being held...

The troubled Jedi Master turned on the water in the shower to allow the water to warm up, and then walked over to the counter next to the sink and hopped up onto it for a seat. Noting that the sound of the running water from the shower seemed almost soothing, she pushed up the sleeves of her nightshirt and carefully began to unwrap the sterile white bandages bound around her wrists. They were stiff and sore today, undoubtedly from the rough activity of yesterday's episode in the bar...

After she finished unwrapping her right wrist and deposited the soiled bandage in the garbage, she examined it more closely. The doctors had grafted synthflesh onto the wounds to keep any infections out and allow her to do things such as take showers, but the wounds still oozed and even bled sometimes, and Leia knew that she had to get herself taken care of soon before a serious problem developed. In fact, it had already been way too long. Leia was notorious for dismissing her own problems in favor of pursuing her work until the job was finished, a trait which flustered many who were close to her. This morning her wrists were a little swollen and there had been signs of bleeding, and Leia vowed that she would not put off her own needs like that this time. However, the fact that she actually had a break in her work to take some time off to do such things probably had the most influence in her decision, whether she liked to admit so or not...

Leia's life had been her work for as long as she could ever remember, even from her earliest childhood days. She was very good at what she did, and her efforts had reaped many great awards not just for herself, but countless others. Yet despite all of her accomplishments, Leia knew something was missing, some piece of herself that longed to be found. More often than not she missed the warm presence of Amalia, who had been one of her closest friends. Now Amalia seemed to have vanished, having been taken by something dark and cruel from within to some other place. Leia did not know if she would ever face Amalia again. And then there was Tyscio. Leia could not ignore what had happened between the two during the Capricia ordeal, but duty called and the two had been forced to separate and go their separate ways before she had really gotten a chance to think about it. Like Amalia, she wondered if she would ever see him again as well.

She finished undressing and stepped into the shower. Only time would tell, and that time was not now.

With the hours of the day passing; the doctor's were leaving. It was dark and cold in the room where the bacta tank lay. The cold of the metallic items that lay on metal tables would make any one shiver. Quiet, dark, and what could be known as hallow; the sith was in endless sleep. Now the trip into hyperspace was something that was about to take place. The Captain of the ship announced on inner-com that the trip to hyperspace would commence in the next half hour.

The doctor's were up and about when they received the message from the comm. They quickly finished the breakfast in the morning time and headed toward the hospital chamber of the ship. Within moments they reached the chamber. Two royal guards were watching the door as the doctors gave their code clearance. They entered in and for a moment of silence they seemed... scared and the reason lay unknown. The lights quickly came on as they sat down in their desks.

Doctor 1: Do you really think he could live with the trip into hyperspace? I admit, I have a a 50-50 chance on this. His ribcage is half destroyed, organs disoriented, and who knows when he will come out of the coma???

Doctor 2: I have no idea at the moment; we'll have to wait it out. The man is strong and is known for amazing fetes in life... but this is different... I think we need to make haste and quickly get to the Silus sector for treatment. Luckily, the sectors primary planet is Imperial friendly.

Doctor 1: Lets hope so, the last thing we need is for the ship to rebel against the leadership. I have been noticing the troopers to be getting... on edge as of late. They will find out...

Doctor 2: ... ... ...

The talk was quickly silenced by the holonet appearing once more.

Captain: Doctors, I trust you are ready for the trip into hyperspace. How is Lord Klain's current condition?

Doctor 2: It's hard to determine what will happen, sir. We need to land and then we may perform more detailed results on his condition... at the moment, it doesn't look to good.

Captain: ... very well. Prepare for the jump into hyperspace.

The doctor's quickly strapped them selfs into their chairs. The bacta tank was secure from any friction in hyperspace as it was apart of the ship's hull. Klain's fate now only rested in the Silus sector. And the fate of the crew itself was in danger if the planet was truly not Imperial friendly as they are hoping they would be. Unfortunately, this was all the chance they had left...

Leia ambled slowly along the dorsal surface of her ship, surveying the repair work that the small group of mechanics standing down on the duracrete platform below, watching her, had spent most of the week completing.

The ship was heavily scarred from the ordeal that it had somehow managed to survive. From what Leia could see of the top side of the ship, what had once been a smooth, seamless silver hull surface was now an unsightly patchwork of mismatched hull plating and thick welds. The sight pained her; her ship was one of the few places she could escape to when her life became too much for her to bear. It was her freedom, the reassurance that she still had control over her life and was not merely a slave to the system which she served. At any time she had the power to go anywhere, do anything....

Hell, it was one of the few material possessions she actually owned.... she didn't have her own home, she had been living at the Academy for some time now. She had few personal items... just a few things laying around her ship, and some stuff in her quarters at the Academy.

It wasn't as if money had ever been a problem, Leia actually had plenty of it to spare. The nature of how she conducted her life just hadn't left much room for... well, anything.

When she got back maybe she would find a nice apartment in Theed or something, and separate herself from her work a little....

That would be nice.

She climbed down the access ladder and moved over to the group of waiting mechanics. Time to pay the bills and get off of this hellhole....

Tec Fireheart had not been home, or the place he had called home, in many years. Long before the Capricia conflict, Tec had been sent to an “anonymous” planet to discover its inhabitants and whether they would be found to be friendly or hostile, or even worse, indifferent. It hadn’t taken long, only about ten minutes and a rather nasty surprise including about ten eight foot warriors that didn’t speak Basic with weapons the size of Tec’s long legs plus his width two times over being fired at him to discover not only did they not like newcomers, but they also didn’t like people using bright weapons or weapons they couldn’t see at all—the latter he found out while in captivity about a month after being taken hostage.

Unfortunately for him, it seemed that the Jedi had forgotten him and thus he had been left there for close to three years—void of all outside contact, any belongings that could be used in any way, and Healing, Tec had become a mass of scars, covering his tall and lithe body from head to toe, front and back. The first thing he had done upon reaching a friendly planet, one named Jhier’an, was find a Healer-slash-doctor and a bacta tank if possible. He had found both, and saved most of his looks by the time he was able to pay for a new ship, ironically incredibly high-tech for a planet in the middle of nowhere and so very close to a planet that was it’s exact opposite, minus the weaponry.

Now he had been back in Theed at the Academy for about two weeks, but nothing was the same. His Master, before he had become a Knight, was nowhere to be found; she had supposedly gone on a vacation, to where no one seemed to know though. It had been years since he had seen Organa Solo, but then, she was a busy person and he was just a young Knight that seemed to have problems mainly including being sent to unknown planets that didn’t like people, much less Jedi, more than once. He had, in fact, become a Knight at the age of twenty, and spent four of the last five years of his life as a prisoner on two different planets. It was strange how things came to his life, all things considered—a father that had literally gambled his life away, a mother that had died in a “mugging”, and someone whose only true family had been sent away from him and others which had gone to the Darkside, as Amalia had.

He did not know if he was truly alone, but he was Jedi, and Jedi did not let their feelings dictate their actions of thoughts. Tec, though, had never been normal, and had been emotional with the worst of them. As such, while he did not necessarily wear his emotions on the cuff of his sleeve, he did have a problem in being…presentable sometimes.

Walking slowly down the Academy corridors in Theed, Tec began wondering what he was to do. He had met few people, not exactly being the social type, and the few that he had met were Apprentices. He had only seen a single Knight around, and he had not been able to catch the man at a good time since then; that had been his first day back. He smiled at a young lady that he passed, heading aimlessly, and was granted a very beautiful smile in return. Deciding not to stop and talk, though, embarrassed by the scare that now ran down his neck as a reminder of his troubles, he found himself standing in the hangar where his ship was, actually punching in the access numbers and moving into his modified TIE Defender before realizing what he was doing. He kept going, though, his long midnight blue cloak flowing freely behind his lanky body and his silvery hair swaying with the gentle breeze that floated inside through the cracked windows. The Defender was modified, or customized rather, at a length of about sixteen meters instead of the usual eight. It wasn’t quite as maneuverable as a normal TIE Defender, but it had it’s uses, not the least of which a bit more room for a second person or the tiny refresher area which lay just behind the cockpit. It had taken almost a week before the design was worked out on Jhier’an, but they had made it work and he was comfortable with how it moved. Besides, he had spent too much money not to keep it. Taking a deep breath, he relaxed himself before he brought on line the communication unit which rested slightly above his field of vision.

Hangar officer: This is …, what can I do for you this afternoon?
It’s afternoon already? Man, I must really be out of it…
Tec: You can open the bay doors. Jedi Tec Fireheart is going on vacation, so if anyone asks around that may actually need me, they’ll know how to reach me.
Hangar officer: Yes, sir. You are clear for take off, and for air lane traffic above the city. Do you need coordinates for your destination, or have you already taken care of that?
Tec: I plan to take care of it later. Fireheart out.

Tec flipped a few switches inside his fighter, making sure that he was ready for flight,
saw all of the green lights, and lifted off. He had a place in mind, a place that he felt accepted and that would not leave him so--alone… He was going back to Jhier'an, regardless of the memories its closeness might bring along.

Tec had rougly been in hyperspace for five hours before he began to get bored. He knew he should have brought along a data pad with games on it, but he had only brought along his regular data pad. The Holonet was out of the question, as being in hyperspace disrupted transmissions--besides, Tec never had liked the crap they put on the air with the Holonet, even if it was true. With a smile, he unbuckled his belt and stood, ducking his head as his tall body (and thus his head) almost hit the roof. The TIE might have been modified and still work better than most starfighters, but it was still small.

"I hope that the--"

His comment was cut short, along with his train of thought, as his fighter shuddered and began the very rough transition of being yanked from hyperspace.

"What the bloody...ah, crap!"

In less than an instant, Tec was back in his seat and buckled in, reaching out for the Force and flipping weapons from off to stand-by and making sure that his shields were on. Then he glanced up, saw that his comm unit was off, and cut it on. This might go well, but the way his life went, that was a doubtable prospect.

Distant voice: "Unidentified starfighter, identify yourself and come in peacefully, or be destroyed--"

Tec did not let the voice get any further. He already knew the rest of the statement, and he thought he knew who those people were. If the galaxy were any smaller, he'd already be dead. Why can't I go anywhere without running into some sort of hostile life form? Hell, even the Academy was less than inviting now...

Out of Hyperspace

The Imperial Frigate peered out of hyperspace and into view of the Bpfassh. It was a weird looking planet most of the crew thought. It was a “two planet” planet with a weird system of moon’s that orbited the area. It almost looked like a field of moon’s playing a dance as they orbited. The outside of the planet seemed to have just one large ocean. Its greenery was minimal and almost like cities inhabited most of the two planets. It had a spaceport that floated above the atmosphere. Just as the crew was looking out at the planet, a squad of TIE Fighter’s came from the spaceport strait to the Frigate.

The captain of the Frigate got the message on the holonet screen as one of the pilot’s came into view.

TIE Pilot: Unidentified Frigate, identify your reason or be destroyed.

Just as the Pilot finished the message another squad of TIE Fighter’s came from the spaceport. And now things seemed to be on the bad side for the crew. They were in no condition to have an attack on them at the moment. The Captain of the Frigate tugged on his collar as he started to sweat bullets. He sent a message back to the Pilot’s of the TIE Fighters.

Captain: We are, a Rogue Imperial Frigate seeking medical aid on the planet… … …

TIE Pilot: … … … Disarm your ship and land at the spaceport. All weapons are to be disarmed…

A slight scent of relief went through the ship’s crew as the received the message. The captain ordered for the ship’s defense system’s to be shut off. All weapons were lowered as they made their way into the spaceport with the two TIE Fighter squad’s following all around the frigate. The spaceport looked something like a Trade Federation Control ship. They went into the first hanger that emptied. There were rows of security officials lined up as the Frigate landed. The two squads of TIE Fighters disbanded as the Frigate landed. Once landed a Security officer who looked seemed to be the highest in command started to walk over to the landing ramp as it lowered.

The captain of the Frigate walked out first accompanied by two Imperial Officer’s. They were not armed. The Security Officials started heading over to their superior officer as they had blasters aimed at the captain and the Imperials. The superior officer spoke out with a loud tone…

Security Officer: My staff has informed me that you have entered into a “no flight zone” area when you came out of hyperspace… That is unacceptable. Your ship is to be searched and all your men under arrests until we can confirm your former ware bouts and a full out reason for your being here… … …

Captain: As I said, were a Rogue Imperial Frigate. Our commanding officer has been heavily damaged and we seek medical aid from the planet… Recon Klain. We had hoped to seek friendly aid here at this planet…

In a slight moment of shock the Security Officer’s eye’s widened. Amazing though he knew who Recon Klain was…

Security Officer: Recon Klain? Sith Master? We will take him to our medical center for aid. Until then your men are to be detained and you are to answer to the headmaster of the courts.

The officer turned around as the Security officials walked into the Frigate arresting all the crew. The captain was also arrested but sent to a different area then the Imperial Crew. The Imperial Officer’s were arrested and sent off the hanger bay and into a Lambada Shuttle off to the surface of first Bpfassh planet. Another “platoon” of security officers rushed into the Frigate after it was emptied. There they found the two doctors’ and the bacta tank with Recon Klain in it. After quickly analyzing the situation the officer’s arrested the doctor’s and had them sent with the captain of the ship. They started on the removal of the bacta tank and bringing it the surface…

It was so beautiful....

Leia had first spotted Naboo as a distant speck of light in the space in front of her, and since had watched the little speck steadily grow into a beautiful blue and green planet, mottled with white clouds. She had chosen to make only a short hyperspace jump from Umgul and ride the rest of the way insystem on sublights, so as not to overstress the structure of her ship any more than necessary. The mechanics that had performed the repairs on her ship had been competent, yet Leia still found herself having doubts as the ship periodically emitted random creaks and groans.

Leia made a few slight navigation adjustments to keep her ship aligned with it's designated approach vector, checked the chrono to make sure she wasn't running late for an appointment she had later on in the day, and then resumed staring reflectively out at the planet. Naboo now filled her viewport, and a subtle smile slowly crept across Leia's lips as she gazed out at it. She hadn't laid eyes on the home planet of the Jedi; her home, in what seemed like ages...

New coordinates and bundles of information scrolled across her computer screen as traffic control in Theed assigned her a final approach lane and landing clearance.

It was good to be back.

Venture to the surface

The Security officer’s were inside a small landing craft with the crew of the Lambada shuttle. The bacta tank that was holding the Sith was in another landing craft that headed for the surface. The decent was smooth then most things on Bpfassh, they were going to the first planet with the bacta tank and sending the crew and trooper’s to the other. Reason’s lay unknown, all that the landing craft’s separating. One holding the bacta, one holding the crew, and the last taking the doctors and captain.

The view of the large ocean that was all around the first planet was what seemed breathtaking. The captain and doctor’s were hand cuffed and strapped in as the captain of the Lambada shuttle tried to speak to one of the security officers.

Captain: What will happen to everyone?

The security officer turned to look at him as he glanced and did not pay attention. The captain sat back as he placed his cuffed hands on his forehead. The cowardly doctors were all but calm on the drift down to the surface. Shaking and rattling, and for a moment you could swear they were crying. And now annoyance took over the captain. He wanted to know what would happen to them and the truth.

Captain: You sir! Where are you taking us!

The security officer turned back once more and stole a glance from him. He had the look that he didn’t care. The look that his family, was on the surface and he need no trouble. He was indeed a cold man if not to tell the captain of the Lambada shuttle where they were going or why. The captain lay back in his seat once more. But this time the security officer turned back at the captain.

Security Officer: You will be sent to see our high officials. Your crew will be detained, and your wounded friend is being medicated.

The security officer turned back as they were now landing. The captain and the doctor’s walked out as they were being watched with blasters at hand. It was a ramp leading inside a large building. It looked like a Courasant landing pad from the like. They walked in while accompanied by the security officers. On a distant landing pad, the craft with the bacta tank of the Sith was being taken out. The doctor’s and captain all but glanced at the craft. They were going to the higher command. And this was where intellect beat strength.