Kyle Katarn: The Rise & Fall
Book 1: Rise of a Hero
Part 3
Chapter 7: Jan's Crisis
A/N: Y'know, no matter how many times I read the last chapter, I cannot help but enjoy Jan whomping Galder. Talk about someone who had it coming! The question here was, what happens next! Guess we should find out, huh?
Rebel Command ship New Hope Hangar Bay
Alessa Thonx was normally a woman in control. From her childhood through her growing up years and into adulthood, she had always prided herself on her ability to observe, assess and react to any situation. In school, she had used her ability to break down every subject into manageable chunks until she understood each piece perfectly. Then, she'd put those pieces back together and the picture they formed would become perfectly to her. She knew what to do on every exam, every paper, every project.
In high school, the ability drove her in chairing student committees and leading study groups. In her adult life, people had found her so capable that she was encouraged to run for public office. No matter what the problem, whatever the situation, Alessa Thonx had always known what to do.
Except now.
At this moment, as she paced the hangar bay, the young woman tried desperately to calm herself, to slow her racing mind. She tried to do as she had done in the past, to break the situation down in manageable chunks. But it wasn't working. Every time she tried, the picture in her mind kept breaking up into an unrecognizable mess.
It wasn't that she didn't understand what the situation was or why it was occurring. No, the element that refused to mold itself to her logical mind was her brother.
Why Galder, why did you do this? Wasn't it enough to see our planet destroyed before our eyes? Why did you have to come here and try to ruin things for Jan and Kyle?
She mused over this for a moment, trying to understand her brother's motives.
Maybe it's my fault. Maybe if we hadn't come here, none of this would have happened.
It took only a minute for her to dismiss that thought as ludicrous.
No, neither Wexter nor I are to blame for this. The responsibility for what happened is squarely on Galder's shoulders. He created this situation, and then proceeded to escalate it. And now he's paying the price for his actions.
She looked again in the direction of the Aldera. It looked the same, as it had the time before and the time before that. The ship sat serenely in the hangar, its exterior offering no hint of the turmoil inside.
Please don't kill him, Jan, she thought. I know what he's done is terrible. But please don't…
The sound of a hatchway opening cut her off in mid thought.
Before her, the Aldera's hatchway opened. A figure stepped down onto the deck, nearly stumbling. A hand reached to the door lip, grabbing it for support.
Alessa began to walk quickly towards the ship, trying to discern who it was that had come out. She feared it might be Galder. If it was, who knew what he had done to Jan?
But as she drew closer, Alessa saw the unkempt brown hair. She quickened her pace.
"Jan?" she called.
Having left Galder lying unconscious on the floor of the Aldera's ballroom, Jan had stood over her fallen foe for a moment. Adrenaline whipped all through her body, leaving a sense of hyper alertness in her.
She almost regretted having knocked Galder out so soon. She knew she could have done more to him, caused him even more pain.
But as she looked down on him now, unconscious and helpless, she was loath to ever touch him again. With a disgusted look on her face she said,
"You're not worth the effort it would take."
With that, she turned around and stepped from the ballroom.
Approaching the hatchway, she keyed it open and stepped down the deck. However, as she did so, Jan felt a sudden weakness in her knees. She quickly grabbed at the lip of the hatch for support.
Whoa! That was close!
Looking down at her legs, she wondered what had happened, why her knees had given way like that.
Well, she mused, considering what I've just been through, I imagine my body is just a little bit tired.
She chuckled at the thought.
"Jan?"
She looked up. Alessa was coming.
The apprehensive feeling was fading fast. Alessa could see for sure that the figure before was Jan.
"Jan?" she called, her voice full of concern, "are you all right?"
"I think so," came back a tired reply.
Alessa was only a few steps away when Jan's face came into full view.
Jan heard the half gasp, half cry, almost a squeaking sound.
She looked at Alessa. The other woman was staring at her with an expression of horror, her eyes wide.
"Alessa? What is it? What's wrong?"
Alessa heard the question and knew she should respond, but it was ad if her brain had shifted into neutral. She couldn't answer, couldn't speak at all. She could only stare.
Blood still trickled from a gash in Jan's lip, a thin river of red moving down the side of her mouth. One cheek was aflame.
Galder must have hit her there, Alessa thought. She saw another mark on Jan's chin, the evidence of another blow. Her friend's hair was askew, even more so than at other times. Her clothes were torn, exposing patches of skin. But it was Jan's eyes that frightened Alessa. Normally placid pools of blue, the eyes that look at her now were filled with an angry light. For a moment, it seemed that Jan's blue eyes had become red.
Jan stared back, not sure why Alessa was staring at her so strangely. Suddenly, another wave of tiredness hit her. The adrenaline rush that had carried this far was beginning to ebb.
"I'm going to my quarters," she said to Alessa, turning to go.
As Jan moved past her, Alessa finally found her voice.
"Are you all right?"
Jan stopped walking, her back to Alessa.
To the other woman's surprise, Jan let out a bark of laughter.
"All right?" she echoed. "Alessa, after what I've done. I don't deserve to be all right."
With that, Jan resumed walking, heading for the hangar bay entrance.
Alessa watched her go then, reluctantly, she turned to face the open hatchway of the Aldera. She knew she had to go inside. She had to check on Galder. But part of her, a very large part, did not want to. She didn't want to see the evidence of battle that had taken place inside the Aldera or what Jan had done to Galder.
But I have to, she thought, and with a deep breath, stepped inside the ship.
Rebel Command ship New Hope Quarters of Jan Ors
As the door to her room opened, Jan leaned heavily against the jamb. She felt exhausted, every step leading here seeming to take more and more effort.
Okay, Ors, suck it up.
Taking a deep breath, Jan exhaled, pushing herself off the jamb as she did so. The movement brought with it sudden dizziness and, for a moment, she feared she might fall.
All right, relax. Remember what you were taught if this happens.
Closing her eyes, Jan concentrated on her breathing while she raised her arms until they were parallel to the floor. It took nearly a minute before the dizziness faded.
Whew! Jan thought, opening her eyes again. That was close.
Negotiating the space between her bed and dresser, she stepped towards the 'fresher, flipping on the light above the sink. Although there was no door separating it from the rest of the room, a wall partition offered her some degree of privacy. As the light came on, Jan felt her breath catch in her throat.
Standing before her was the image of a warrior fresh from the battlefield. Clothes torn, spattered with blood, hair matted, dried blood coating the mouth and a bruise on the cheek all evidence of the battle.
Who the…?Jan realized she was staring at her reflection.
Look at me, she thought, I'm a mess. On the heels of that thought came, this is what Galder did to me.
Seeing herself like this brought the enormity of what had happened in the last several hours crashing down on her. It was nearly overwhelming. Jan swayed on her feet, feeling suddenly lightheaded. She grabbed at the wall to keep herself from falling.
Okay, okay, all right. Steady. Get a hold of yourself, Ors.
It took several minutes, but she was finally able to calm down and steady herself. As she continued to stare at herself, Jan understood why all the personnel she had passed in the corridor had been staring at her.
I would have been staring too, she thought, seeing someone looking like this.
Deciding that the first order of business was to clean herself up, Jan moved to strip off her blood stained and torn clothing. The movements brought with them twinges of pain, making her wince.
Each new pain reminded her of what Galder had done to her and it could have been much, much worse had she not defeated him.
As she started to pull the shirt over her head, it brushed against her chin where Galder had hit her. She cried out, closing her eyes against the pain.
Anger accompanied the pain. Eyes still closed, Jan could feel her teeth grinding together, her facial expression mirroring the anger she felt as she thought of Galder and what he had done to her.
Bastard! I should have just killed him!
"Like what you did to me?"
Jan's eyes flew open. She sucked in a breath, her skin cold.
That voice! I know that voice! It's…
It was then that she looked in the mirror again. Jan eyes went wide with surprise as she saw Kyle standing behind her. He looked back at her. His expression much the same as it been the last time she had seen him, part anger, part disappointment.
"Kyle?"
He didn't answer, only continued to stare at her.
No, no, no this is impossible. Kyle's on the planet, Ergo. He can't be here, can he?
Jan shut her eyes for a moment, anything to block out the accusation in Kyle's eyes. When she opened them, she could see herself in the mirror, but Kyle was gone.
He's gone. He's not here. He couldn't have been here.
But that left her with the question of what had just happened. Jan was certain that she had seen Kyle's face a moment ago, but how?
Could it have been a hallucination? A dream?
Jan shook her head, dismissing both ideas as impossible. She wasn't asleep and as far as hallucinating
I don't hallucinate, she told herself.
But that left the question of what had happened still unanswered.
Later, she decided, I'll think about it later. Right now I just want to get clean.
But even as she moved as quickly as she could to remover the rest of her clothes, Jan couldn't help but think about it. A small distraction came as she gathered her clothes into a pile.
What is that smell? She took a sniff. There was something, a scent that was not her own.
It's not blood, so what…
It was then she recognized. The scent was Galder's.
He touched me when I was wearing these and when I fought him.
Wrinkling her nose, Jan gathered the clothes into a ball and hurled it away from her, not caring where they landed. She only wanted them away from her.
I can't ever wear them again, she concluded. Turning from the mirror, Jan moved to the shower.
Ten minutes later
Soap, lather, rinse, repeat
Soap, lather rinse, repeat.
What am I doing?
Soap, lather, rinse, repeat.
This isn't going to solve anything.
Soap, lather, rinse, repeat.
C'mon, Ors, get yourself together.
She stood in the shower, letting the water pour down onto her. One of the few luxuries she had working for Mon Mothma was a shower with real water. The majority of the New Hope's crew had to use sonic showers.
Having set it to the hottest temperature she could stand, Jan scrubbed at her skin, trying to make it all go away, the memory of Galder's touch, the memory of what she had done.
As she went for the soap again, it slipped out of her hand, landing on the floor of the shower. She was about to reach for it when she noticed her hand, her right hand. She slowly curled it into a fist.
This is the hand that did it. This is the hand that hurt Kyle…
A wave of emotion hit Jan. Unbidden tears came to her eyes.
She remembered his face the last time she had seen him.
"I don't know what's happened between us that you'd do this to me, Jan. But know this. I don't like Galder, and after today, I'm not going to. And as long as you want to be with him, I don't want to see you, I don't want to speak with you."
She remembered how he had turned away, not looking at her.
But even as she recalled this, the memory of the letter Kyle had left for her came into mind.
When I look at you… a beautiful woman.
You are my friend, my partner and someone who I care about, a lot.
Jan felt her knees grow weak. Moving carefully, she crouched down until she was seated on the floor of the shower, the hot water pouring onto her. Drawing her knees up, she laid her head on them. It helped mask the tears.
She hated crying, hated feeling weak. She wanted to get up, to stop this, but she couldn't
I'm sorry Kyle, she thought, I'm sorry. I wish I could tell you. You were right all along. I'm so sorry for what I did. I wish you were here right now. You've got to come back so I can tell you.
Time passed as she continued to sit there, letting all the pain and regret pour out of her. How long she sat there, letting the hot water pour down onto her, she later couldn't tell. But in time, the last of her tears dried, her hitching breathing winding down.
Raising her head off of her knees took an almost supreme effort. She squinted up at the shower head while the water splattered onto and around her.
I'm not going to get anything done sitting here, she concluded, deciding that it was time to get up. As she pushed herself up, the movement brought with it the sensation of limbs that had fallen asleep. It made getting up difficult, but not impossible. Both her kneecaps popped like gunshots as she stood up onto her feet. Her arms and legs began to tingle as fresh blood flowed into them.
Turning the shower off, she stepped out carefully and grabbed a towel hanging on a nearby wall rack. As she began to dry herself, Jan caught sight of her reflection in the mirror again.
Here eyes were red rimmed from crying, her skin reddened from the hot water. And she was tired, very, very tired. Looking at herself, Jan found herself questioning why it was that Kyle felt the way he seemed to. She wondered what it was Kyle saw in her.
It's not like I'm anything special to look at, she thought, studying her body. And he's good looking enough to get someone who'd care about him. So, why is it that he seems to like me?
As she thought this, Jan didn't ask the other question, the question of why it was that she felt something for Kyle.
Turning away from the mirror, she half walked, half stumbled to her bed, nearly falling onto it. As she pulled the covers up over herself, she started to reach for the light switch when her eyes happened upon the object on her bedside table. It was a picture, a duplicate of the one Kyle had of the two of them after their flight celebrating the destruction of the Death Star. She looked at the image of the two of them.
We were so happy that day. If only…
She reached for the picture, pulling it close to her face. She traced the line of Kyle's face with a finger, feeling her cheeks grow hot.
Seeing him like this, seeing the two of them together, Jan wasn't sure exactly what it was she was feeling.
"I'm going to find you, Kyle Katarn," she whispered to the picture, "And somehow, I will fix this, I promise you. I just hope that you can forgive me."
She fell asleep a short time later, holding the picture tightly in one hand.
Planet Ergo
Smuggler Base
"Are you sure about this?" the man asked.
"All my readings are in agreement, master," came back the reply of the medical droid, "But I confess I do not understand why."
"You're certain there is nothing wrong with him, nothing at all?"
"Nothing that my scanners can detect, master. All physical injuries have been healed and there is no sign of further dehydration."
"Very well," the man said, "continue to monitor his condition. Let me know right away if there is any change."
"Yes, master."
Closing the channel, Frenden Moxgond leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin as he puzzled over what was going on.
This doesn't make any sense. Katarn has been in the medical bay for nearly three days. But according to the droid, he's perfectly healthy and should be awake. So why isn't he?
Frenden considered what had been done to Katarn. It was true that time in the hot box would have been debilitating for any man.
But he didn't seem that bad off. And he was strong enough to take down Dyarst.
For a moment, the smuggler leader entertained whether Dyarst might have done something to Katarn.
This personal vendetta he has against Katarn, I wouldn't put it past him to try something. But if he had, surely the medical droid would have picked up on it. Still… I will have to keep a closer eye on Dyarst to ensure that Katarn lives long enough to be questioned. I want to know why the Alliance sent an agent here, what his plan is and what he hopes to accomplish. But until Katarn wakes up…
His frustration peaking, Frenden smacked the top of his deck with a fist. The concussive sound echoed in the room.
Outside the office, the Rodian aide gringed in his chair. He didn't know what was wrong, or what was the cause was for the noise, nor did he want to know. It frightened him to think what might be coming next.
But where Frenden Moxgond was frustrated, Elonden Dyarst sensed an opportunity. An unconscious Kyle Katarn, unable to defend himself, would provide a much easier target than ever before.
Pushing back from the small table he sat at, Dyarst glanced with satisfaction at the squarish object set on it surface. To a casual observer the silvery-gray box appeared to be little more than a music player. Most of the facing and side panels were fake, window dressing to fool all but the curious.
For underneath the smooth plastic surface was a combination receiver, recorder and signal amplifier. In his time serving with Moxgond's predecessor, Dyarst had placed small transmitters in key areas all over the base. The devices recorded any conversation above the level of a whisper and transmitted the contents to the base unit, where the information was stored until played back. At one time, it had allowed Lux Henater to know what was going on among his men and on his base at all times.
When Frenden's surprise coup had resulted in Henater's death, Dyarst had secretly taken the device and hidden it inside his quarters. And now, all that time reviewing the hours and hours of hundreds of conversations had paid off. He had a chance, an opportunity, to settle the score with Katarn once and for all.
His plan was a simple one. Getting to the medical bay was easy enough. Once inside, all he'd need to do was find Katarn and blast him, end of story.
However, there were also irrevocable consequences to his plan. Killing Katarn would rob Frenden of his chance to interrogate the man and learn why Kyle had come to Ergo along with whatever other secrets he could learn.
And I don't think Frenden will be very pleased with me once he finds out.
Even as he thought this, Dyarst realized that Frenden would be much more than displeased. He would probably kill Dyarst right where he stood.
But such a fate was not troubling to him in the least. On the contrary, with Katarn dead, there was little else Dyarst had to live for.
And it's not like I'm just going to wait here for Frenden to show up. If I can get to the hangar and steal one of the fighters, just maybe I can escape Ergo before Frenden can scramble any ships to come after me.
But the odds against his safely escaping the base, much less the planet were low. More than likely, he be captured before escaping or be shot down. But as Dyarst considered this, he realized he didn't care what happened next. All that mattered to him was eliminating Katarn.
His decision made, Dyarst stood up from the chair he was seated in. Pulling his blaster from the holster on his right hip, he checked to make sure it had a full charge. It did.
Satisfied that his weapon was ready and so was he, Dyarst opened the door of his quarters and stepped out into the corridor.
He felt strangely calm, not nervous as he had expected to feel.
I'm coming for you Katarn, he thought, and this time, no one will stop me.
Rebel Command ship New Hope
Hangar BayJan stood in the cavernous room, trying not to fidget, but wringing her hands anyway.
Look at me, she thought, I'm acting like some silly teenage girl going on her first date.
Just then, the overhead loudspeaker boomed.
"Attention! Shuttle Epilson is on final approach to pad A. All personnel, stand clear!
Finally, Jan thought, they're taking long enough.
Even as she thought, Jan knew she wasn't being fair. That Mon Mothma had agreed to the rescue mission in the first place was a miracle. That the mission had gone off without a hitch was practically beyond belief.
"Shouldn't we be able to see them?" asked a voice
Jan turned to the person standing nearby.
"Any second now, Alessa."
Like Jan, Alessa Thonx was fidgeting nervously. Both women were overjoyed that Kyle had been rescued safely.
Now if the shuttle would just get here…Jan thought.
It was then that she saw movement in the star field outside the cruiser. She concentrated on the spot, eyes straining to see what it was.
"Jan!"
"I see it!"
Outside the New Hope, two shapes came into view, Y-Wing fighters. A few seconds later, a blockier vessel came into view.
"Is that it?" Alessa asked.
"Mmmm hmmm," Jan said.
Trailing behind the shuttle came two more Y-Wings. Together, the five ships approached the Rebel cruiser.
Passing through the force field protecting the hangar from the vacuum outside, the ships moved forward until they were positioned over their designated landing spot.
Repulsors whined as the shuttle and escorting Y-Wings settled to the deck, the impact of their landing skids joining the cacophony of sound.
As it engines shut down, the shuttle's boarding ramp extended. Both women sucked in simultaneous breaths as the vessel's hatch opened.
And there he was.
Kyle Katarn stood in the hatchway, glancing about him.
He looks thinner, Jan thought, and that beard… She couldn't help but smile at it. While making him look older, the beard also gave him a rakish look.
"Welcome home, Kyle," she called to him.
His eyes, which had been casting about, settled on her.
"Jan?"
She couldn't resist teasing him. "Well, who else did you think would be here, Katarn? It's not like I don't have other things I could be doing."
To her surprise, he didn't smile at her joke.
Suddenly, Kyle's face broke into a broad grin. He exploded into motion, running down the ramp.
Jan opened her arms to him and closed her eyes. Her mind ran wild with images of what it would feel like, the touch of his hands on her, the feel of his body.
"Kyle!"
"Alessa!"
Jan heard Alessa give a small scream. It took only a moment for her to realize that the sound was not one of fear, but of surprised joy.
Opening her eyes, Jan's jaw dropped open as she saw Kyle and Alessa embracing. He whirled her around, eliciting another scream of delight from Alessa.
"I am so glad to see you," Kyle said, holding Alessa to him tightly.
Pulling back just enough to look up at him, Alessa's eyes were shiny with tears of joy.
"I was so afraid, Kyle. Afraid you weren't coming back."
He responded by leaning in close to her. They kissed.
All the while, Jan stood there in mute shock.
No, she thought, this isn't happening. It can't be. What are you doing, Katarn?
As they kissed, Jan decided she had had enough.
She cleared her throat once, twice.
When that didn't elicit the desired response, she stepped over to the couple and tapped Kyle on the shoulder.
He opened one eye to look at her.
Placing her hands on her hips, Jan stared at him meaningfully.
Gently breaking the kiss, Kyle raised his head to look at her.
"Care to explain this, Katarn?"
"What's there to explain, Jan?" he answered simply. He looked down at Alessa, then back at her. "I think it should be pretty evident, even to you."
Shifting her attention to Alessa, Jan glared at her friend.
"And what do you have to say?"
Alessa looked away, seeming unwilling to answer.
"Alessa…" Jan said demandingly.
Lifting her head, the raven-haired woman looked at her.
"Jan… I… look, I know I said I regretted trying to seduce Kyle before. But I… I'm in…"
"You're what, Alessa?"
"She's saying that she's in love with me, Jan," Kyle interjected. "And I love her too."
His words hit Jan like a physical blow. Her heart thumped painfully in her chest.
"But… Kyle… I…. we…. You…."
"What did you expect, Jan?" he said, "Especially after what you did to me."
"But the note…" Jan stammered, "What you said…"
"Oh that," Kyle said dismissively, "well, I do think you're pretty Jan. And I wouldn't mind going on missions with you again. But I don't love you. Truth be told, there are times I don't even like you."
"No…" Jan said, losing the battle against the tears welling up in her eyes. "No Kyle, you can't mean this… you can't…"
"I do mean it, Jan," he said, "I love Alessa. And now, if you'll excuse us…"
With that, Kyle turned away from her. With Alessa by his side, holding tightly to him, they headed for the exit.
Jan's vision blurred, tears streaming down her face. She reached out a hand.
"Kyle!" she cried, "no! NO!"
Rebel Command ship New Hope
Quarters of Jan Ors"KYLE!"
Jan's eyes flew open, the echo of her cry still audible. Her left arm was held straight out from her body, reaching out.
Where her eyes had seen the cavernous space of the New Hope's hangar, now she saw the off-white color of the ceiling of her room.
What? What happened? Where am I?
She sat up fast, head swiveling as she surveyed the area about her. She realized she was breathing hard and her face was wet.
Even as her brain registered the familiar confines of her quarters and told her she was in her room, Jan still felt unsure. Reaching up to her hair, she found a loose strand. Grasping it firmly, she tugged.
"OW!"
The momentary pain confirmed that she was indeed awake.
She hung her head down, the shock of what she had experienced beginning to dissipate. It took some time, but her breathing finally began to slow. She held her face in her hands, wiping at her eyes.
"A dream. That's all it was, just a dream."
Hearing herself say the words provided some relief, helping her to deal with what she had seen, Kyle and Alessa together, his words to her.
It wasn't real. It was just a dream. Besides, it couldn't happen that way. But even as she thought this, there was some doubt. Jan knew she couldn't deny the reality of what she had done to Kyle nor predict with assurance that would he would forgive her.
Part of her mind wondered if the dream had been something more, a premonition of things to come.
What if he really did choose Alessa? What would I do then?
Jan shook her head, dismissing the thought.
Ridiculous. First off, Alessa wouldn't lie to me. If she felt something for Kyle, she would say so. And besides, they have nothing in common. They're completely opposite people, from two different worlds, they…
She stopped. Why was she searching for reasons that Kyle and Alessa couldn't be together?
It was just a dream, she told to herself, no more. And I'm not going to sit here thinking about it any more!
She decided that she would focus on the facts. And the facts concerning Kyle were that, he was on Ergo, probably captured and needed to be retrieved from there.
He could also be dead.
That thought brought with it a flood of emotion. The thought of Kyle being dead, never seeing him again, not knowing if he would forgive her, was nearly overwhelming. Her eyes began to sting, her cheeks growing hot.
No! I can't do this! I don't have the time! I need to do something! But what?
At that last, Jan's head came up. She turned to look at herself in the mirror. The face gazing back was tear streaked, eyes red rimmed and cheeks flushed.
"You know what you have to do."
"Yes, I do."
Hearing herself saying those words, Jan felt her sense of control begin to reassert itself.
Well, sitting here isn't getting anything done.
Casting the bedclothes aside, Jan stood up and moved into the 'fresher. Turning the shower on, she got the water at a comfortable temperature. Grabbing the soap, she moved with efficient steps, soaping her body and face, and then rinsing.
Five minutes later, she stepped out of the shower, running a towel over her hair. Moving back into the bedroom, she saw her reflection again. Her face was still a bit drawn looking, but her eyes were bright and clear and she felt, if not better, ready to get moving.
From the dresser sitting below the mirror, she pulled out a pair of dark khaki pants. Over this went a dark red shirt. Piling her hair atop her head, she tried clipping it in place, but as usual, strands began to escape almost immediately. Sighing in frustration, Jan tried a different tactic. After several more attempts, she pulled her hands away. Her hair finally seemed to be staying in place. Most of it was piled atop her head, with one section cascading down to just below her neck. Two more pieces moved down the sides of her face, stopping just above her chest.
All right then, she thought, now stay!
She was about to turn for the door when she decided to add one last item to her ensemble. Reaching into the dresser again, she pulled out a dark green vest. It wasn't exactly the height of fashion, but Jan decided the multiple pockets on its surface might prove useful.
She gazed into the mirror one final time.
"Time to go to work," she said to the reflection. Then, turning on her heel, she walked to the door, which slid open at her approach.
She briefly considered going to Mon Mothma, but decided that would be a waste of time. Then it came to her. She headed for the hangar bay.
