"There's a review scheduled for later tonight." Maika glanced up from the control board where his fingers hovered above a multitude of glowing and blinking buttons and knobs. Unlike his partner, Maika was doing his job. Adya, on the other hand, was daydreaming.

Again.

"Seriously, Adya?" Maika grabbed his dark blue uniform cap and flung it towards her, narrowly missing her head by only a few inches. Undoubtedly Adya was making up insane stories about one of those holo stars she adored so much. Throughout the years that Maika and Adya had worked together, Maika had had to listen to life stories of people he didn't give a rats' ass about. Currently, Adya really liked Starr Light and seriously, what kind of a name was that for a guy?

Adya opened baby blue eyes and a whole lot of confusion was written all over her pretty face. Eyebrows raised, pink lips shaped into a small o, strands of blond hair sticking to her cheek where she'd propped her head in the palm of her hand.

"Who was it this time?" Maika asked, not even hiding the evil grin that nearly split his face in half. "Starr or that other guy? What was his name? Jorge Nova?"

Adya's face flushed the way it always did when Maika caught her red handed. She sat up straight and tucked hair behind her ears. She was a very pretty middle aged woman who, in Maika's opinion, had no business daydreaming about men she couldn't possibly have. It was a waste of time and the sooner Adya realized it, the better.

"I…um…" She rubbed the back of her neck, pulled at the collar of her blue uniform jacket. And when she smiled, Maika knew it wasn't real. Usually her dimples showed. "You said something about a review?" Adya asked, pushing away from her control console. Slowly, she took her uniform cap into both hands and fidgeted with the Aldir Recreational Facility's insignia. "I'll be back later." She turned her back on him but then stopped to cast a look over her shoulder. "Wait – what time are they going to be here?"

"Between eight and nine. Where are you going?" Maika stood, crossed his arms over his chest. Adya thrust her chin forward and swallowed. She was a truly beautiful woman and it was a shame that she had yet to open her eyes and see how much he actually valued her company.

"I need some fresh air."

"We're on a space station, Adya. There's no such thing as fresh air up here."

"The equivalent will do nicely." She bit out before leaving Maika to stare at the bleak grey door that quietly closed behind her.

It wasn't too difficult to keep up the appearance of a quiet old man as long as Luke didn't interact too much. Hello here, hello there, that was it. It was all he could afford lest the Force mirage dissipated and someone recognized him. He was pretty damned good in using the Force but changing his appearance for more than a few minutes wasn't one of his talents. Standing behind a group of overly chatty tourists, Luke watched the numbers on the display above the door of the turbolift. Two more levels and he'd reach the accommodation hub, subsection alpha. Master Durron's last known location.

Contact to the Jedi Master had broken off the previous morning and although Kyp wasn't keen on following rules, he always reported in. Twenty four hours without a word and all sorts of alarm bells went off.

Half the group of tourists stepped off the turbo lift with a bunch of ooh's and aah's as they got out their holocameras and started snapping shots of an entire section of gaming booths, ranging from sabbacc to I'trel dices and whatever else a recreational facility at the edge of the galaxy offered.

Luke squeezed his way past the last few guests as the turbolift arrived at his destination, and was instantly grateful as the only thing he could hear was absolute silence. A long grey corridor stretched out before him, glow panels attached to the ceiling leading the way. His boots hardly made a sound as he walked along the carpeted walkway, carefully reaching out with his senses. With each step he took, he let go of his disguise.

The shock of white hair was replaced by his short dirty blond mop. Wrinkles and scars disappeared. The weight of holding on to this fake persona lifted from his shoulders and Luke breathed more easily. He checked his com link, no new messages and then took a look at his wrist chrono. He knew Kyp could take care of himself but this fact relieved none of his worry for his old friend.

Kyp had checked into the recreational facility under his old alias, Zeth Fost. A meeting had been scheduled with a renowned criminal who worked the underground meticulously and this renowned criminal was also the only contact they had to a lead concerning a lost Jedi settlement.

Luke, as the Grand Master of the Jedi Order, had been yearning for a little adventure and since this was more or less only an information gathering mission, he'd been happy to tag along. The old guys going out for a little fun. Only no one had anticipated that things could go this wrong.

Luke sighed. He should have known better. Everything always went wrong. It was standard.

Kyp, or rather Zeth Fost, had checked into room 0512 in subsection alpha and according to the holomap he'd downloaded onto his portable, Luke was standing right in front of the entrance. The door was locked because otherwise this would have been too easy. At first, Luke tried nudging the lock with the Force. It didn't work and eventually, he gave up. Inwardly, he cursed for not bringing R2D2 along for the ride.

From his tool belt, he extracted a little device that Jaina had given him, just in case. He'd raised a brow because, really, a Jedi Master jimmying a lock? By hand? Who'd have thought?

Smiling to himself, he held the little device to the locking mechanism. Manually, he didn't have to do much. The device did most of the work by itself, going through hundreds and hundreds of variations until it finally spit out the correct code. How long this would take was anyone's guess.

"What are you doing?"

Luke closed his eyes for just a second and then spun around to the voice that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. A woman stood only a few feet away, head tilted to the side while she watched with genuine curiosity in her eyes. She wore the uniform of station staff but she wasn't carrying a sidearm so she wasn't station security.

"I locked myself out." Luke said, faking a smile and extending a hand for her to shake. "I'm Zeth Fost."

She looked at his hand and then back to his face. "No, you're not."

Luke blinked. "Pardon?"

"That's not your name."

He cleared his throat and hooked the device back to his tool belt. "I think I know who I am." He said, adding a bit of irritation to his voice. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to find someone who can open the door for me."

He went to pass her but the woman reached out and took his arm. "I know who you are." She lowered her voice conspiratorially. "And there has to be something big going on if a Jedi Master is here."

Luke tried not to groan. Force, he hoped she wasn't another one of those fans…

"My name is Adya Venta." She shook his hand like a crazy woman, bobbing his arm up and down until his entire body shook. "How may I be of service?"