Sorry for the delay. Enjoy.
Cipher Eight sat in the cockpit of his ship, his feet up on the control panel. He drummed his fingers impatiently as he waited for his fellow agent to make contact.
It had taken several months to find Nommi. He had assumed she'd be on Tython, but there had been no way of confirming his suspicions. The planetary defenses of the Jedi homeworld were damn near impregnable since the failed assault, even for a probe.
After several weeks of surveillance and a few favors called in to determine that a Master Jerel Dorr was serving as Lord Nommi's teacher, the Cipher finally caught a break when a ship registered to the Jedi Master was seen leaving Tython. Again, an assumption was made that Nommi was with her Master and this time, he could confirm it.
Unfortunately, Nommi was still unattainable to him. The agent was not prepared to face a Jedi master and his daughter, who was still a very powerful Sith, regardless of what side she choose to fight on or what she called herself. He was going to have to be more stealthy.
An opportunity arose shortly after a mission the two Jedi had on Taris, but he missed his window by mere seconds, and directly after that, Nommi seemed to temporarily join a special forces team.
If the agent was reluctant to attempt an abduction with a Jedi master present, he was even more reluctant to attempt it with Nommi surrounded by special forces. Not just special forces, either. This was the Republic's top team. He got an odd twinge of pride knowing his daughter, though on the wrong side, was working with special forces.
The agent had tracked his daughter all over hell and creation and was yet to come up with a workable scheme to apprehend her. It seemed she wasn't trusted much by her new allies, since they never left her alone when not on Tython. It was frustrating.
Now Cipher Eight was waiting on confirmation of what he suspected would be yet another significant roadblock to his mission to capture his traitorous daughter.
The panel in front of him began to signal he had a call coming in. Audio only.
"Cipher Eight? This is Fixer Twelve."
"I'm here, Fixer. What news do you have for me?"
"I've confirmed your suspicions. Your target has indeed officially joined Havoc. It's some new initiative between the Jedi and the Military. According to my source, the target is doing quite well in her new station."
"Thanks for your help, Fixer."
"Anytime Cipher, Fixer out."
Cipher Eight growled softly. He wasn't surprised by the news, but it still didn't make him happy. If his daughter was now permanently assigned to Havoc, there would be limited opportunities to capture her. Darth Thanaton would not wait forever for his prize.
The agent ran the scenarios through his head. He was going to have to adapt his plan. If he couldn't get to her, then he'd just have to make her come to him...or Darth Thanaton himself…
To Be Continued...
