Intrigue

by B L Lindley Anderson

Chanellor Valorum enlists Qui-Gon's help to find out if a senator is being blackmailed. The Jedi master must go undercover to find his answers. Meanwhile Obi-Wan works with Coruscant Security in an effort to find out more information about the elusive Dr. Yalla

"Intrigue"

by B. L. Lindley-Anderson

"Well, good to see you back," Qui-Gon extended one of his big hands.

"I have mixed feelings about it myself," Mi'al replied as he set his tray on the table and shook the proffered hand. "It is good to be back, but…I do miss what I was doing…hard as it was at times." He sat down.

"Your absence was keenly felt," the Jedi replied as he remembered some of the healer's last words before he left on his sabbatical. Mi'al said he was going where he was needed.

"Thank you Qui-Gon, but we are all expendable. Even with Intergalactic Relief…there's someone to replace me now. It was a very rewarding, yet alarming experience."

"I'm sure the people of Orino and Lamorah appreciate your help a great deal."

"So how are you two doing? Before he got away from Lamorah, Jareel told me what happened to you both."

"I am recovering well, so Kiel says," Qui-Gon replied. "Not badly for someone who had little hospital care and no benefit of healer right away."

"Hmm…yes, I heard about you leaving the hospital. I can't scold you though. It saved your life. Obi-Wan, how about you?"

"Frustrated mostly," the padawan replied. "Still kind of stiff. I didn't know it would take so long to recover."

"Well, your injuries were quite serious. I just wish I had been on Lamorah earlier. Maybe I could have been of help to you. But it sounds as if Kiel has tended you well since you've gotten back to Coruscant. I…ah, heard about your adventure on Sertes." He teased, "Hiking through the forest…or running away from the Mad Wookie doesn't sound like the best thing for a sore leg."

Obi-Wan frowned. "Who told you about that?"

"Oh…I heard it…around."

"Around? You mean everyone is talking about Daven and I running from the 'Mad Wookie'?"

"Sorry. I didn't start it. I was just asking."

"Did you hear about the 'real' Mad Wookie?"

"The real one?"

Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon exchanged a glance. Now they knew who was telling the tale. It had to be Jareel since the details of his sighting had not been included.

"Next time you see Master Jareel, ask him about the creature he saw in the forest our last night there," Obi-Wan grinned an evil grin.

"As your master, I should discourage you from doing such things," Qui-Gon said with a twinkle in his eye. "But…I think Jareel might need some of his own medicine. When he said the old Jareel was back, he wasn't kidding."

"The old Jareel is back?" Mi'al asked.

"Yes. His…experiences on Lamorah have caused him to…re-examine himself." Qui-Gon knew the healer would be most interested in this. He leaned his elbows on the table. "He is back Mi'al. Not exactly the same…but not the extreme Jedi either. I think he's beginning to get over…things, and put his soul back together. He is different from the pre-Charon Jareel, but he's not the same knight you last saw when you left. I think he has found a balance that works for him."

"That's very good news," the healer replied. "I'm glad to hear it. I'm sorry it took such an extreme event to cause it, but then it was an extreme event that started it. So…how is everyone reacting to him now?"

"Well…I'm not sure yet," Qui-Gon grinned. "He's playing games with Leish right now…no pranks yet…just games. He's trying to 'warn' Leish that he's changed before he plays the 'right' prank on him. Master Leish seems to be oblivious to the hints…and I think Jareel is at the point of not being able to hold back any longer. I expect things to…liven up just any day now."

Mi'al smiled. Yes, it certainly sounded like the big blonde Jedi was finding his way back. "I can't wait to see the big oaf again."

"You haven't seen him yet?"

"No. I've only been back a couple of days. It's a big temple. There's many I haven't seen yet."

"Well…then you will see a man changed in more ways than you know." Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan traded a knowing glance.

The healer watched them suspiciously. "What are you not telling me?"

"Did Vita come back too," Obi-Wan changed the subject innocently.

"Yes. Kura entrusted me as his guardian, so he had to return when I did."

"Daven said that he talked to Vita a little on Lamorah. Said he was nice. I…ah, didn't really talk to him much."

"I know it's hard for you both, but…as I said before…that is not Ruka. It may look like him, but he's nothing like Ruka. Completely opposite. I wish…that you could…talk with him and see."

"I understand it on a cognizant level," Qui-Gon replied, "And I know you are…fond of him. But I hope you can understand our feelings in the matter."

"Of course I do. You know that. I just wish…you could see the side of him I saw. Cradling a child in his arms and talking comfortingly to her after a building just collapsed around her and her mother on Orino. Taking the time to listen to a man talk about watching his wife die in the rubble on Lamorah. Tending me so gently and compassionately when I was sick. He's a kind and caring being."

"Hello!" a booming voice called. A big fair blonde man came up and dropped a tray next to Mi'al. His smaller, darker, and quieter padawan sat across from him. "So good to see you again Chief Healer." Jareel pounded him on the back.

"Good to see you also Jareel, Daven. I had forgotten…how strong you were."

"Oh sorry. Too carried away I suppose. I was just surprised. Knew you were coming back but not when."

"Hmm…let me have a look at you. What brought this on?" The healer grabbed the blonde hair on Jareel's chin and gave a slight tug.

"Ow! Is that the pay back? Like it? It is becoming, isn't it?" he asked as he smoothed the short beard.

"Yes, it is. Flatters you. But…what brought that on?"

"Ah! Didn't you hear about our trip to Sertes? The four of us led one of the Jedi initiates wilderness trips. You know…it's a tradition to not shave. When I got back and could shave…I liked what I saw. I thought I'd see just how nice a beard could look on the right face."

The padawans snickered. This had been a running joke between their masters. Which one had the nicer beard? Qui-Gon only kept it up because he wanted to tease his friend. Jareel, on the other hand, really seemed to be quite taken with his new appearance…although he wouldn't admit it in seriousness, only in joking.

"I see," Mi'al responded. He looked between the two masters. "I don't think I want to get caught in the middle of this discussion. What do you think of it Daven?"

The apprentice smiled. "I told Master Jareel that it made him look more fierce. I think that's why he kept it even though I told him he might frighten the children in the crèche."

"Are they frightened?"

Daven laughed. "They were so glad to see him that they didn't care what he looked like." Then the padawan was suddenly quiet. He had not meant to make a big issue out of Jareel staying away from the crèche.

There was a short awkward silence. Then Mi'al felt someone kick him under the table. Obi-Wan was trying to redirect the conversation…and remind the healer there was something he was supposed to inquire of the big Jedi. The apprentice whispered, "Ask him."

"Ah, Jareel, tell me about what you saw in the forest on Sertes your last night there."

The blonde man looked around the table to determine who had been talking to Mi'al, but the others were busy eating. Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan and Daven all looked very innocent.

"I'll let the space pirates tell you. That way I can find out which one has been talking out of turn." No one spoke up or looked up. "Mi'al, don't ever tell anything unusual to any of these three. They'll never believe you…even if you've never given them reason not to. Not even my own apprentice."

"Master," Daven said in surprise, "You have to admit, that was a…strange story."

"I've heard some pretty strange stories myself in my day…and I wasn't always so quick to condemn the teller," the big man declared.

The healer sensed this was a sensitive subject and sought to change the subject. "So, was this the first time you had led a wilderness trip?"

"Aye," the blonde Jedi added with a touch of pride, "Master Yoda said this was the most enthusiastic group of initiates that he has talked to after their trip."

"Listen to my voice…only my voice," the bionic creature intoned. "Concentrate on what I am saying to you as you relax and listen to nothing but me."

The green creature sat very still, eyes half open staring at nothing.

"Good…good," Kura said. "Now Vita can you tell me what you did while you were away with Mi'al?" It was a test question to see the clone's response to the questioning under hypnosis.

"We were working with Intergalactic Relief. We went to Orino first to help with the epidemic. But then we were taken to a village to tend to the wounded from the war. After that we went to Lamorah to help the doctors who were treating the quake victims."

"Did you talk with Mi'al very much during the time you were gone?"

"Oh yes," Vita seemed happy about that. "We talked a lot. He explained many things to me about helping people."

"That's good. I want you to learn these things. That is what I want you to do. Do you understand? You are to learn from Mi'al. You will study with him to learn medical techniques."

"I understand. I will learn from Mi'al."

"Now, did you ask him about any of the research he is doing at the temple?"

"Yes. I did ask him."

"Did he mention anything about a virus or midiclorian stimulator?"

"Mi'al did say he was still examining the stimulator. There is a small amount left he said and the healers are studying it. They want to know how Ruka synthesized it."

Good! They do have it. Exactly what I wanted to know! But I need to know more.

"What else did he tell you about it?"

"I didn't understand all of what he said about it," the clone's face twisted in puzzlement. "He told me…about a spec…spec…. I can't remember."

"Think. It's important. Spec what?"

"I'm sorry Kura I can't remember. It was something he used to look at the stimulator."

The metal man huffed in frustration…but he had to hold his temper with the still naïve and sensitive clone. "It's all right Vita, but you must learn to listen closer and try to remember, all right?"

"Yes Kura."

"That's all he told you?"

"Yes. We were busy…and tired. We didn't talk much about the temple, mostly about what we were doing."

"All right. You must find out more about what he is doing however, ask as many questions as you can. But be careful. You must not appear suspicious. Don't bring it up too suddenly. Do you understand?"

"I'm not sure," the Klastarian's brow furrowed in confusion.

"You can't suddenly talk about it. You must work up to it a little at a time. First you ask him about his work and then ask more specific questions. Now do you understand?"

"I guess."

"Good. Would you like to work with Mi'al again?"

"Oh yes! I would."

"All right. Now when you wake up, you will remember nothing about this conversation…except subconsciously. You will not remember that I hypnotized you. All right. You are becoming more aware and more awake. That's it. Continue to wake up. Now…how do you feel?"

"I feel all right Kura," Vita said as his eyes cleared. "What did you want to talk to me about?"

"I just wanted to know about your trip…and your work with Mi'al. Tell me about it."

Qui-Gon Jinn sat in the anteroom of Chancellor Valorum's office. Master Yoda and Master Windu said they had a special assignment for him, but they didn't give him much detail. It was something that the chancellor had requested help on…and they decided to let him fill Qui-Gon in on the fine points.

The Jedi master sat with his large hands resting lightly in his lap and relaxed. It was not quite the time or place to meditate. However, he could go into a restful state and lightly draw on the Force while still aware of his surroundings. And it helped him to keep from becoming impatient.

He had lost track of time in this state and was somewhat surprised when the receptionist said, "Master Jinn, the chancellor is ready to see you now. You may go in."

He stood and she opened the door and announced him.

"Qui-Gon," Valorum stood to shake his hand. "Is this what it takes to get to see you? Calling on the Jedi council to send you over."

"Is that what this is all about?" the Jedi said cautiously, not sure if his old friend was joking or not. It wouldn't be above Finis Valorum to ask Master Yoda to send him over if the chancellor wanted to have lunch.

Valorum laughed lightly. "No. As much as I would love to have the laugh on you, I will admit that's not true. I do have a very sound reason for wanting to see you. I need your help."

"My help in particular? Or a Jedi's help?"

"Both actually. I need a Jedi. Not for fancy dueling or anything like that. I need that inscrutable Jedi way of yours…and your intuition guided by the Force would probably be helpful. And I'd rather work with you because…we know each other. It would be easier to work with you."

Qui-Gon sat in silence waiting for the executive to continue, but he seemed to be waiting on a response. "I see. So…what exactly is it you want from me?"

"I have reason to believe that a senator is being blackmailed to try to influence his vote on an important issue. I…ah, know you'd like to know where that information comes from…but I did promise to keep a confidence. If you really need to know, I'll tell you…but if I can keep my promise…"

"Let's let that point go for the moment."

Valorum smiled. "Good. I knew you'd understand. I have approached the senator to inquire if there is a problem. He was quite…uneasy but insisted there was nothing wrong. I think I have reached the limit on what I can do because of my position. I need someone with a lower profile to look into this."

"A lower profile? Jedi do not exactly fit that description Finis. We are quite high profile…especially since we are also known by our unique dress."

"Yes," Valorum grinned. "I know. However…I really think you have the resources and unique abilities to do this. So…I was thinking…don't you think you could lose the robes for a few days? Dress like one of us ordinary people…just until you can look into this and get some information for me?"

Qui-Gon was already shaking his head. "I don't think that's a good idea, Finis. I tried that once not so long ago. I don't think undercover work is for me. Surely there must be all sorts of security forces available to you."

"That's true…but they don't have your insight, your training, the Force. Under the circumstances, since everyone is so quiet and under the table about it, I think a Jedi would be in a better position to find out what we need to know."

"Did you tell all this to Master Yoda and Master Windu?"

"Yes, I did. They said that you had done this before…and thought that experience might give you some insight into how to proceed on this."

"They said that? That was not their reaction to me when they found out before about my undercover…encounter. Master Yoda had strong words for me."

"That was not his reaction this time. Perhaps the fact that it was the supreme chancellor had…a little to do with it." He grinned. The Jedi master still looked dubious. "Don't worry. I've got everything set up. I have just the right kind of clothes for you. I have the perfect cover for you. All you have to do is change clothes…and step into the role."

It took a communication to the temple to convince Qui-Gon that Master Yoda was in agreement with the plan. It seemed with the council and the chancellor in agreement, there was little choice for the Jedi but to go along with it.

"Good!" Valorum said. "Now, you just go in this office next door and change into one of the outfits in there. I have a couple of things to take care of…and then I'll come in to have a look at you, give you your credentials and cover story. Then you can go with it."

Qui-Gon still seemed hesitant…but he allowed himself to be led to the adjacent office. After the chancellor closed the door, the Jedi master looked at the four outfits that were hanging up. He approached for a closer look. A look of consternation crossed his face. Qui-Gon had been in the presence of all sorts of beings in his years as a Jedi…from king to commoner. Mostly he did not pay much attention to what they wore. That just wasn't a concern of his. He had a job to do…and he did it.

Now, these clothes looked…uncomfortable…and odd. This is what he would have to wear? Slowly he looked each over, trying to decide which would be most comfortable…and least conspicuous. With an abysmal sigh he took one down and began to change into it.

The Jedi master stood before the mirror that had obviously been put here for his benefit. He frowned at the site. The color was too bright. The cut was too tight. Not very tight…but more close fitting than his Jedi tunics. It was not comfortable. In his earth tone Jedi clothes, Qui-Gon felt like he blended in, was largely unnoticed. How did Finis expect him to do undercover investigation in this…showy thing?

Then the door opened and Supreme Chancellor Valorum came in grinning. "Well, well…you cut a dashing figure in that outfit!" He walked around the Jedi master looking him over. "Yes…I think that will do wonderfully."

"Are you sure about that? I stand out very much in…this."

"No…no. You don't. You'll blend right in. You've got to remember whom you will be around. You'll look just like them. That is rather flattering to you. Nice cut. You'll probably have to fight the women off."

Qui-Gon felt his face warm. Not that he was shy around women…but he preferred a low profile with women also. Being approached by a woman who had been eyeing him because of what he wore…was disconcerting to the quiet and reserved master.

"Don't worry about it Qui-Gon. They won't hurt you. Besides…you do have your light saber if they get too…friendly." Valorum chuckled.

"Finis," the Jedi said in frustration. "Is this really necessary? If I must be dressed like this…couldn't we find something not so…tailored?"

The chancellor was trying not to laugh too much, lest he drive his help away. Still it was amusing the see the unfathomable Jedi rattled so easily. "But you'll want to fit in. If you are too different, you'll lose your cover."

The Jedi master sighed deeply. "Very well Finis. Let's let the subject go for the moment…"

"Good. Now…." Valorum walked slowly around the Jedi again. "Relax. You stand too stiffly. It's not only your clothes you have to change."

Qui-Gon tried not to sigh again. He relaxed his stance somewhat.

"Is that the best you can do? You still look like you're standing at attention. Qui-Gon, you're dressed like a casual businessman…but you still have 'Jedi' written all over you. You have to be less rigid…like this." Valorum struck a dignified yet nonchalant pose…weight shifted to right leg, left knee slightly bent. His left hand rested against his thigh and right hand hung at his side. He looked calm, comfortable, and in control. "Can you do that?" The Jedi master tried to copy the same pose, yet didn't have the relaxed poise that his friend and leader had. Valorum put a hand up to cover his smile. "You look like you are getting ready to run a race."

In frustration Qui-Gon stood straight again and said, "I believe you've had more practice at this…game than I have."

"That's why we're doing this. If I sent you out in any clothes, people would pick up on your…manner at once. What do you do when you are not on duty? You relax then don't you?"

"Of course."

"Show me how you would stand if you were just chatting with a friend…or a lady."

The Jedi looked flustered for a moment. "I don't know what I do. Now that you have me thinking about it, I certainly can't be relaxed."

"All right…all right. Just forget about it. Let's talk about this blackmail case for a moment. Senator Talius Norr of Iridium is the target."

"Norr? As in Gatho Norr, one of the kids killed in that speeder crash that…Ruka engineered?"

"The same. Apparently his life has taken some…interesting turns since that incident. Tal hasn't been able to put his life back together…or he has put it together the wrong way. Ugly personal innuendo…that is coming back on him now. Or at least that's the talk. That's what I want you to find out. Is this talk true? And if Tal is guilty of these things…is someone trying to blackmail him with it?"

"But he will remember me from the speeder investigation, won't he?"

"Probably, but I didn't call you in to talk to him…not yet anyway. As I told you, I've tried to talk to him and it got me nowhere. I don't think that's the way to find out what we want to know. So, for the moment, you won't be interacting with him."

"Where do I start then?"

"With the bill that Tal is allegedly being blackmailed over. It has impact on one specific planet. I'd think that would narrow your prospects somewhat."

"True enough." Qui-Gon frowned. "Why are they going only after one senator…or are they going after others?"

"What I was told is that they are relying on Tal to talk others into siding with him…in the blackmailed vote. He would have a lot of motivation to work hard in getting other senators to vote with him." Valorum paused and then quietly said, "Qui-Gon…don't move."

The Jedi didn't, but he was instantly wary and reaching out to sense any threat. "What's wrong Finis?"

"Nothing. That's it! That's the way you should stand. I knew you must relax sometime or other. That's why I wanted you to just talk with me for a bit. Look at yourself…and remember it. This is a casual relaxed stance."

Qui-Gon tried not to roll his eyes or sigh. He knew what Valorum was trying to do…but it was getting to be a bit much for him. Why couldn't he just go do his job? Did it really matter how he stood?

"Good. Now we need to decide how to get you to act…normal. Loosen up some. Maybe a drink would help."

"Not while I am on duty Finis. I don't need anything to affect my senses."

"Oh all right. It was just a thought. How are you at flirting?" The Jedi's mouth fell open. "Well," Valorum defended, "All the people you'll be interacting with won't be men. You might have to…encourage a lady to be talkative…"

Qui-Gon put a hand over his eyes and sighed.

"Hello Chief Harlo," Obi-Wan offered his hand to the security chief. "Thanks for making time to talk with me."

"Always have time for the Jedi. You seem to be my best customers recently. When I can show my boss how much I help the Jedi, I can justify my budget more easily," the thin man chuckled. "Sit down. What can I do for you? Where's your sidekick?"

Obi-Wan grinned at his master being called his sidekick. "Master Qui-Gon is on a special assignment right now. While he is doing that, I've been asked to check with you to see what you managed to come up with from your investigation of the lab on Charon."

"Ah yes. I should have known you hadn't forgotten that."

"No…we've just been…sidetracked. We are still very much interested."

"All right, I'll get Ariel to talk with you."

"Ariel?"

"Ariel Satay, one of my best investigators. A bit of a…rebel, I suppose, but she does good work. She's the one who has been keeping up with the Charon research. Ariel can tell you much more than I can. Just a moment." Chief Harlo turned to his comm unit and punched a button.

"Satay."

"Ariel, could you come to my office a moment?"

"I'm really busy Chief. Is it important?"

"If it wasn't, would I 'bother' you? Get your butt down here now." He hit the button again without waiting for an answer. Turning back to Obi-Wan he huffed, "May as well warn you, she's hard headed too. Stubborn, independent. I hope she's not too much of a problem for you to work with."

The apprentice just smiled. "Don't worry. I've had to work with all kinds before. I'm sure it won't be a problem."

"Glad to hear that. Ariel is…like a meteor. Way out in her own track…and burns up when she's forced to come down." At that moment there was a sharp rap on the door. "Come in Ariel."

A short slim fair complexioned woman walked in. She had indeterminate length auburn hair pulled into a bun on the back of her head. Dressed in a dark slacks outfit, she looked the picture of a professional.

"Yeah Chief?"

"Ariel, this is Obi-Wan Kenobi, a Jedi apprentice. He has been sent over to see what we've come up with on the Charon investigation. As I told you, two Jedi were injured in that mess. So, the council has a vested interest. Show him what we have and answer all his questions. He is to have access to whatever he requests. Nothing is to be held back…you read me?" Harlo stood and walked over to her. He looked down and said in a voice low enough that he hoped Obi-Wan wouldn't hear, "I'm expecting your cooperation on this. How about doing as you're asked for a change, eh?" The security chief turned to face the padawan. "You go along with Ariel. She'll take care of you."

Obi-Wan stood and followed the woman out and down the hallway. "Glad to meet you Ariel," he held his hand out.

She looked at it and shook it begrudgingly…and very firmly. "Satay. No one calls me Ariel. What was yours? Wanobi?"

"Obi-Wan Kenobi," he smiled. "All right Satay. It's still good to meet you."

She stopped and stared at the apprentice. "Don't play these games with me Kenobi. I'm here to do a job, not baby sit apprentices. If you Jedi are so almighty, why are you coming to us for answers?" Her eyes were dark and cold. Without waiting for an answer, she took off down the corridor again. Obi-Wan was surprised to say the least. But he shrugged it off and followed.

Satay walked into her cubicle. "Pull up a chair. There's a mountain of information here. I don't know what you're looking for…so I don't know what to show you. We'll start at the beginning."

"Sounds fine to me. I'm not sure what I'm looking for either."

She nodded her head. "Well…that's encouraging. We could be here for days looking for something that you don't even know you're looking for."

The padawan was trying to be civil, but it was clear this servant wasn't very civil. If she wanted to play cold and hard, he was up to the challenge.

"I don't know what your game is, but I don't have time for it. One Jedi was injured and another almost died in that lab. I want to know why. Their mission should have been a simple one…a fact finding mission. All they had to do was ask this Yalla a few questions and be back on Coruscant before anyone even knew they were gone. Instead they almost end up dead. None of us know why Yalla wanted to kill Jedi…but that's what I am supposed to find out. It's serious to me and I don't have time to play games either."

The slight woman stared at him for a moment. In a less harsh voice she replied, "Very well. I'm not sure I can answer your question right now…about why he wanted to kill Jedi, but we'll keep that in mind as I go over this with you."

"That's better," Valorum said. "Try it again."

Qui-Gon took in a deep breath and tried not to let it out as a sigh as he reached for the teacup again. The Jedi master attempted to remember everything that Finis had told him while he was thinking how ridiculous this was. In his time at the temple, he had drunk enough tea to fill the lake at the temple…and the chancellor was trying to tell him how to drink it? Qui-Gon lifted the cup and brought it to his lips for a sip.

"I don't know. That wasn't as good as last time."

"Finis, this really is a waste of my time. If you want me to do an investigation, let me do my job. Neither of us have time for all this."

The supreme chancellor sat down at the table next to him and looked at him with a grave expression. "Qui-Gon, you may think I am being light with this, but I am not. You don't know politicians the way I do. Everything is a game to them…and you have to know how to play the game. They can spot an outsider from a parsec. And…there are some dirty outside influences. They are the ones you really have to be able to fool. Those are the ones you will be dealing with. They are no better than common criminals…exploiting, extorting and exposing. Whatever they can do to further their interests or make a credit. These are the guys who will kill you if they think you are trying to interfere with them. I know you can handle yourself with them…but we need to know how far this attempted blackmail goes. That requires some finesse. If you just start slashing with your light saber, we may never know who is behind this…or whom else he may be blackmailing. You have got to be convincing…fit in. This is not a game. I want these guys Qui-Gon. This is serious business with me." His blue eyes were blazing.

The Jedi studied his friend for a moment. The last time he had seen such a look was when someone had lifted a diplomatic pouch. Qui-Gon was trying to track the thief before he could leave the senate building. The man was armed and Qui-Gon tried to get Valorum to stay behind for his own safety. Whatever was in that pouch was his business the chancellor had said…and wouldn't back down. The Jedi master knew the executive was serious now. He relented.

"All right Finis. I'll try harder. Tell me what to do."

Valorum's eyes lighted only a little. "Good. Now…can you dance?"

"Well…of course I can. Part of our diplomatic training was…etiquette and social behavior."

"Really? It doesn't show," Valorum quipped. He reached for the comm panel. To his secretary he said, "Myar, could you come in here for a moment."

Qui-Gon narrowed his eyes. "What are you calling her in for?"

The chancellor's eyes gleamed merrily. "I have to see if you dance as stiffly as you do everything else."

Obi-Wan tried to stifle his sigh but was unable. "I'm sorry…just frustrated. I know you are doing what you were asked to do…show me the results of your investigation. However, so far all you've been able to show me is…data from Yalla's research. Is that all you found?"

"No, of course not. It is a large part of what we found though," Satay sat back in her chair. "Look, I already told you, I don't know what you want. You said yourself that you don't even know what you're looking for. What do you want out of me?"

"Isn't there some…summary of this so we can get through it faster?"

"Look, Jedi boy, just because you think you know all and can see all doesn't mean you really do know all. It has taken us a long time to dig through everything we've pulled out of those buildings…and we aren't finished yet. There's still a large amount of material we haven't even touched yet. No…there is no summary. This is it. I've got all the manpower they will let me have working this. We're doing the best we can."

"Look Ariel…Satay. I'm sorry. I'm not trying to attack you. I'm sure you are doing the best you can. Chief Harlo said you were one of his best operatives…"

"Really?" she replied in disbelief. "He really said that?"

"Yes. He did. Why do you find that so hard to believe?"

"Never mind. Is there something about Yalla's research that he was trying to hide? Is that what he was killing for…his work? If it is, then we need to look closely over this. But, if it wasn't that, then we can skip all the details of his research and look at something else."

"I can't answer that question. I just don't know. But…his research is what Master Jareel and his apprentice was going to question Yalla about."

"That's interesting. So…maybe he is trying to hide his work. Or…do you think it may be something against Jedi in particular?"

"Has anyone told you much about Yalla…beyond what you've learned about him from all this?"

"No…nothing. I'm in the dark about him. This was dumped on me without explanation or pretense. 'Do it.'"

"Well, you need to know about his other work…what probably isn't documented there. And about his outside interests. He does have something to hide…and he does have an interest in Jedi."

Obi-Wan launched into the details of Shonnel…and his apparent defection to Yalla. Since Junay and Yalla both were working outside the lines of ethics and outside the boundaries of their formal grant applications with some of their research, Obi-Wan was certain there was no record of that work in what Satay had been through. And…his interest in the Association for Artistic Metachronism seemed to point to a special interest in Jedi.

Qui-Gon was very chagrined by now. It wasn't enough that he had to dance with Myar while Valorum offered suggestions. The secretary seemed very amused by it all. The chancellor decided while a woman was available, the Jedi master should practice more of his social behavior. And no matter how hard he tried as he did each required activity, the executive had some advice on how to improve. It was a true test of patience for the Jedi master.

"Now, if you were going to take a lady back to her apartment…how would you act?"

"Just a minute Finis! I'm not going to be taking any ladies home. I'm going to be conducting an investigation."

"Calm down. You misunderstand. I mean…just see them home. That's all."

"I won't be doing that either."

"You might," Valorum said as he folded his arms over his chest. "As I told you, all the people you will be interacting with may not be male. You might have to…be friendly with someone of the female kind. We have to get information from whatever source is available. Now…show me how you would escort Myar from a speeder to her door."

Qui-Gon felt his face warm…but this time it wasn't from embarrassment. In spite of all that Valorum had said in defending his "teaching", the Jedi had had enough by now. Even if he had to fit in, he doubted that the lengths to which the chancellor was going was truly necessary.

"I think this is enough Finis," Qui-Gon crossed his arms and looked at his friend severely. "I agree some of what we've done may have been necessary…but I think this is enough."

"All right…all right. I'll stop at that. Thank you Myar. You may go now. You do dance well, by the way." She smiled and blushed slightly before she walked out. The supreme chancellor faced the knight…both with arms across their chest and blue eyes dark. "You're a difficult man Qui-Gon Jinn."

"You are a stubborn and willful man Supreme Chancellor."

"Get out of here. You can come back at the end of the day to collect your other outfits. I can have others made available to you if this goes on for very long."

"I am confident it will not," Qui-Gon replied stiffly. "It is a simple investigation, in spite of how difficult you are trying to make it. It will probably take less time to find the blackmailer than…trying to learn to flirt." The Jedi master turned toward the door.

Valorum grinned and tried not to laugh aloud. I hope I'm around when you do run into a female…suspect. I want to see that.

"That's very interesting. So Yalla was playing outside his boundaries…and he does seem interested in Jedi. That gives me information…but doesn't help trim down the job."

"Except that maybe we don't have to concentrate so hard on his research data. If he did have something to hide…it probably isn't here."

"Ha! Shows what you know Kenobi. It could very well be here…right under our eyes."

"Why do you think so?"

"You Jedi are pretty smart? Not in investigating it seems. It's obvious. Whatever he's doing with this…brain machine is clearly a spinoff of the simpler work that is documented here. We may get some indication of what he was eventually going after from the direction this work was taking. Or…this could be something deliberately left behind to distract us…cause us to look the wrong direction."

"So…since we don't know which, it really does no good to go over all this."

"Oh…it will do some good. Either way we'll know what he was eventually working toward."

"How do you figure that…if this is a distraction?"

"Experience Jedi boy. If he's trying to mislead us, unless he is a professional criminal, he's probably stupid enough to lead us exactly one hundred and eighty degrees away from what he's really doing. That's the way most inexperience crooks do it."

Obi-Wan sighed deeply. "So…what are we going to do?"

"We're going to talk to this Junay character."

"He won't talk. We've already tried that. Even if he does, what will that tell you?"

"I want to know more about this brain machine. Let's go."

The first stop Qui-Gon made was at the data center in the senate building. He looked up the bill in question. It was a proposal to turn the mining interests of a small planet named Hora over to the Republic. The planet was away from the center of the galaxy and not entirely able to defend itself against the raiders and pirates who came to steal their biggest source of wealth. As a member of the Republic, Hora had requested…and received help from the senate. However, that still didn't seem to help the planet. The ruler of Hora decided that if the Republic had complete ownership of the mines, they would be more vigilant in overseeing them.

The senator from Hora had introduced this legislation to be voted on. His provision called for Hora to turn over all mining to the Republic in exchange for fifty percent of the profits. It was more than they were getting out of their own resources now…with all the robbery that was being done to Hora. It seemed to be the only winning situation the government of the planet could come up with. Neighboring planets…and even the raiders themselves had offered to help defend Hora…but at great cost. So, the ruler of the planet decided that allowing the Republic to own and run the mines…while splitting the profit, was the only way to get some decent money from their own planet without giving up their sovereignty to an overseeing planet.

The supreme chancellor was right. This was a specific enough piece of legislation that it should be easy…relatively easy to decide who was trying to influence it. Qui-Gon paused. He hadn't found out which way Senator Norr was being pushed on this…for or against. That was simply rectified. Here in the records was all the discussion of the bill thus far. All he needed to do was call it up. Obviously the senator had made a public statement on the legislation…or he would not have been approached.

The Jedi was surprised. This was a higher profile bill than he had assumed. There had been quite a bit of debate on it already. There was about as much in favor as there was against. Qui-Gon wondered about that. Why would so many other planets be concerned with the mining interests of a small out of the way world? The question was easily answered when he took a look at the location of the planets that were against the bill. Without fail, the dissenters were in the vicinity of Hora. Apparently this is where the raids were coming from.

Senator Norr was from Iridium. That was well away from Hora…closer to the center of the galaxy. As the Jedi master dug into the data, he soon found his answer. Norr had taken a very public and very affirmative stand on the legislation. The senator was direct in his denouncement of the raids on Hora and said this bill was sorely needed to protect the small and helpless planet.

This didn't clear the picture much for Qui-Gon. At least he knew Norr's stand. However, there was plenty of opposition. His idea of where to start looking was not narrowed much. The Jedi made a list of the planets that had denounced the bill. There were still several that had yet remained silent on their stance…so he still may not be any closer to an answer. Yet, it was all he had to go on for the moment. Finis seemed to know something about it…there was his unnamed source of the blackmail information. Perhaps the chancellor could help. He activated his comlink and asked Myar when he might be able to talk with Valorum.

"Dr. Junay will make time for me," Satay said as she flipped open the small wallet that held her badge and credentials. "I am conducting an official investigation. Tell him he can talk to me now…or I can take him in for questioning."

The disconcerted receptionist stuttered out, "Yes Ma'am. I'll…I'll let him know. Uh…won't you have a seat?"

The small woman turned and took a few steps away from the desk. She did not sit down but stood and stared across the lobby and out the door.

"You don't exactly keep a low profile, do you?" Obi-Wan tried to say it lightly, but his irritation showed through nevertheless.

"You prefer to work alone Jedi boy? That would be fine with me. Let's see who comes up the winner at the end of the day. I don't have time to play nice. If this Yalla is a Jedi killer, every minute that passes, he is hiding himself deeper and deeper. We have already lost a lot of time since he took off from Charon."

"And if he finds out you are looking for him…which he probably will with your high handed tactics, then he'll just have more opportunity to hide."

She turned to face the apprentice squarely. "I have a high success rate on what I do. You can see my record if you'd like. I didn't get where I am by being shy. I…"

"Excuse me," the receptionist interrupted. "Dr. Junay will see you now. His office…"

"I know where it is," Obi-Wan interrupted quietly. "Thank you." He took the lead, glad to know something Satay didn't know. But she wouldn't walk behind him. The little woman kept pace with his long steps out of determination.

Obi-Wan knocked at the door. It opened slowly and a crimson face peeked up at them. The short red creature looked most unhappy to see them.

Satay took command of the situation at once. She flashed her credentials. "Dr. Junay, My name is Satay. I'm conducting an investigation for the office of the security chief and I'd like to ask you some questions."

"It does seem unavoidable, doesn't it?" He opened the door and backed away from it as his two guests entered. "Sit down," he said in a defeated tone. "I've already talked to this young man…twice. I can't tell you anything more than I've told him."

"But you haven't talked to me. I don't know what you told him. I want to know about this Shonnel…this brain machine. Tell me everything. Don't leave any detail out. Remember you can talk to me here in the comfort of your office…or down at the station. It's your choice."

Junay took a deep breath and repeated for…he didn't know the count now…the story of Shonnel, where he had come from and what Junay had done in making the connections to his brain. He told of the simple experiments he had carried out with the being so far and how he had hoped to gain a new grant in order to build a more complex interface so that Shonnel could control more intricate machinery. That's when Yalla had taken his work from him.

"So…Yalla 'stole' Shonnel from you?" Satay asked.

"No," Obi-Wan answered.

"Yes!" Junay countered. "He kidnapped Shonnel from my lab."

"That's not entirely correct," the apprentice replied.

"How do you know so much about it?" Satay asked sharply. "How do you know more than the doctor about what happened in his own lab?"

The apprentice was trying hard to hold his temper. He told the story of how Qui-Gon, Jareel, and Daven had been present when Junay found Shonnel missing…and the recorded message.

She narrowed her eyes. "Who has this disk now?"

"I still have it," Junay admitted wearily.

"I'd like it."

"What! Why?" he said suspiciously.

"Evidence," Satay said shortly. "I can't believe no one has taken it before now." She glared at Obi-Wan…who wasn't even present when it was found originally.

"I'd…have to look for it."

"I have time."

The small creature disappeared through a door.

"I can't believe that the Jedi left him in possession of that! I thought you were supposed to be so smart."

"Evidence of what? There's no crime committed. Shonnel left…and left Junay a good bye message. There's nothing wrong with that."

"But…there have been crimes committed surrounding this…being and these circumstances. How do you know Shonnel made that recording voluntarily?"

That was something Obi-Wan had not thought of. It was possible. Maybe the brain machine had been stolen by Yalla…and forced to leave behind the message so anyone looking into it would be thrown off track. Satay was clever.

"Here it is," Junay said as he handed the disk over. "I really know nothing else. I can tell you nothing more about Yalla. I don't know what he was doing…apart from what he had submitted to journals. Truly. I can only speculate that he wanted Shonnel for the same reason I did…to use him to experiment with more complex mechanisms. If that is a reason for trying to kill someone…I can further guess that maybe someone was paying Yalla…besides the grant money he was getting. I know I wouldn't try to kill a person…especially a Jedi to get Shonnel back…or I would have gone to Charon myself. Have you talked with his coworkers?

"They've all disappeared with him," Obi-Wan supplied.

"You neglected to tell me that," Satay spat out.

"Not trying to hide it from you. It just had not come up yet."

"Dr. Junay, are you certain you have had no other contact with Yalla?"

"No! Of course not! What are you suggesting? He broke into my lab and took Shonnel. Why would I try to cover for him?"

"So you two could create a credible cover story for the disappearance of this being. Then you would be able to go off to your secret lab somewhere and play to your heart's content…without anyone else…medical board or grant board knowing what you were up to. Maybe there is another money provider here. Do you know who it is?"

"Don't be ridiculous! You are slandering me and I won't endure this. You've been threatening since you got here. This is abuse of power and I won't stand for it. I'll report you."

Obi-Wan jumped into the fray. "That won't be necessary Dr. Junay. I'm sure Ms. Satay didn't mean to accuse you. It is a provocative issue with many questions and few answers. It invites speculation…some unfounded. I think we have all we need from you. Thank you for your help. If we need further information, we'll let you know." He grabbed the investigator's arm and pulled her into the hallway.

"What do you think you're doing Jedi boy?" she pulled away. "I don't need you to defend me or rescue me. I can take care of myself." Then she poked him in the chest with a finger to punctuate her next sentence. "Don't ever do that again." The small woman turned and stomped down the corridor.

The apprentice hurried to catch up with her. "What did you think you were doing in there? You of all people should know better than to make such accusations. I still don't understand why you wanted to come here in the first place. I already told you about the talks we had with Dr. Junay. He knows little of real help."

"That's what he wants you to think. That's why I wanted to talk to him myself. He sounds innocent enough…and may very well be. However, I can't know that based only on what you say. I have to be there to see how he conducts himself. Is he nervous or calm? Does he answer readily or hesitantly? And…I still think there is something to be learned. I come from a totally different background and training than you do. I may not have your…Force power, but I'm not stupid." Satay turned and continued down the hallway.

Obi-Wan stared after for a moment and tried to get control of himself. Then he followed her. Harlo wasn't joking when he said she was independent and stubborn….

"You've done your homework well," Valorum said from behind his desk. "It is a most interesting situation, isn't it? Something that should be simple to solve has blossomed into a much larger issue."

"No wonder you didn't tell me everything up front. However, if you desire this solved quickly, I'm going to need a little help or guidance. Right now I have nothing to narrow down my investigation. There are several planets that seem to have a reason for their strongly negative feelings about this bill. It could take a long time to dig through this. Did your…ah, source have anything more to tell you other than the fact that Senator Norr was being blackmailed?"

"Now that you are more familiar with the situation, I'll tell you everything I was told. Tal has been involved with another woman…but not just any woman. She is the girlfriend/operative of a well-known criminal boss. Now…I don't know if she was aimed at Tal or if he just…happened upon her. I do know that she is a regular fixture at many social functions around here. It is possible that they just met and…took an interest in each other. Maybe that's the basis for the blackmail. Mr. Criminal Boss finds out his woman is sleeping with a senator. That could be a big payoff to him in many ways. Of course, when he gets what he wants, her life may not be worth spit…but in the meantime…how bad would it look for the senate to find out one of their own is intimately involved with someone who has such strong criminal ties?"

"Hmm…very interesting. So…I'll bet you know Mr. Criminal Boss' real name also."

Valorum grinned. "Is that good ol' fashioned intuition or some of that Jedi magic?" Without waiting for an answer he continued, "Yes, his name is Uran Hiraa."

"I've heard of him."

"I'm not surprised. He has connections all over."

"No wonder Senator Norr wouldn't tell you anything. He probably fears for his life."

"Yes. But…all I have now are rumors and hearsay. That's why I need your help. Is this story true? If it is, what has Tal done for Hiraa so far? Is he the innocent victim of a young lady who wanted company one night…or is this a set up? Many questions that require honest and timely answers. I'm trying to stall the vote on this legislation until I can find out what's going on. If Tal is being coerced into changing senator's minds on this, I can't allow it to come to the floor. But…I don't know how much longer I can hold it off."

"You have more than a handful to keep you occupied."

"As you do. So…do you think you can help me?"

"No doubts there. But…the kind of help…and the timing may not be what you want."

"My ultimate interest is the Republic government. If there is corruption, I have to expose it…good or bad, no matter whom it hurts. Even if it were to hurt me, I have to bring this to light. It's the only right thing to do."

"All right Finis. I think I have a better starting point now. I'll do what I can."

"By the way…there's a social tonight that I think you should attend."

The Jedi master held his hands up. "No, thanks. I have much to do."

"It's not for fun Qui-Gon. Fiora will be there."

"Fiora?

"Hiraa's girl."

Obi-Wan had traveled back to Satay's office in her speeder. They talked for a little longer…or tried to. The apprentice was frustrated with the woman's attitude…and she with his. Both were convinced they were doing the right thing…and that the other was a hindrance to their work. Finally, Obi-Wan suggested a truce and left to go back to the temple. Grudgingly, Satay had given him some data tapes to look over.

"I'll be careful with them. I understand these are your only copies. You'll get them back first thing tomorrow."

"I'd better Jedi boy. If you damage those tapes, you'll have your butt down here recreating the databases on there. I'll see to it if I have to go all the way to the Chancellor. Jedi or not, you don't rank any higher than I do in importance. Don't think you can treat me like your personal secretary. I don't play that game."

"I don't believe I have treated you that way," Obi-Wan replied as he tried to keep his voice calm. "I have been entrusted with things of more importance than these, such as lives for example. I am a responsible knight. The only way that these tapes will be damaged will be if I am too damaged to come and recreate them for you." He turned and walked out before she could reply.

Focus Obi-Wan. Focus. She's not worth getting upset over. You have to remember what's important. This investigation is important…not her attitude.

"You have a determined look on your face," Chief Harlo said as he met the padawan in the corridor.

"Yes." Determined not to punch your operative's face in. "It has just been an…interesting day."

"Has Ariel been giving you a hard time?"

Obi-Wan didn't answer. Interpersonal conflicts were not going to interfere. He was determined about that. Just because she was being difficult, he wasn't going to run crying to her supervisor.

"I thought so. I'll have a talk with her."

"It isn't necessary."

"You don't think so? Then you really haven't had much trouble out of her yet. She must have given you an easy time because it was your first day together."

Obi-Wan laughed in spite of the situation.

"Look Obi-Wan. It's not you. I wouldn't think any less of you for complaining about her. She's not an easy person to work with. That's why I usually give her work she can do mostly by herself. Ariel is smart, determined and a hard worker. But…she does have that attitude problem." Harlo chuckled. "She says she didn't develop it. It was given to her on a silver platter. I admit she's had some tough breaks…but she's let them get to her and made them personal issues."

"That's too bad. If she is such a good worker, it's a shame that her temperament makes her so hard."

"It's tough all over. If she wanted to, she could go elsewhere. She obviously enjoys something about this job. I just try to use her abilities the best I can…and hope that she won't tick the captain off too much." He grinned. "I'll have a talk with her…not because you asked me to. You haven't complained…but I know Ariel. She might actually listen to me this time. She does…occasionally. You leaving for the day?"

"Yes. I think I've…had enough for one day," Obi-Wan admitted. "I'm just going to look over this stuff on my own, instead of having it fed to me."

"I know. But she means well. She probably knows what's on those tapes without even opening the files. Ariel is just trying to help you get through it so you don't have to sit and read it all yourself. So…have you found anything helpful yet?"

"Not really. But…Satay has given me new insight I have to admit. She has a viewpoint I had not considered."

"Good. Then the day hasn't been a wash."

"Well…I never said it was."

"If you can continue to hold your patience like this…you two might actually be able to work together," Harlo grinned. "See ya tomorrow…Jedi boy." The security chief continued down the hallway without looking back.

"That looks really nice on you Qui-Gon. Really nice. Wish it looked that good on me," Valorum said covetously.

"Finis…are you sure this is…acceptable?" The knight studied himself in the mirror. He thought that he looked like a jester. The tailored bright blue tunic had a high fitting collar. Epaulets and twined elaborately knotted button holders decorated the fancy weave pattern of the indigo material. Slightly darker blue breeches ended just below his knees where his highly polished navy boots began. A scarlet cloak covered the outfit. It was lined in black silk. The only good thing that the Jedi could see in the cloak was that it hid his light saber.

"Oh yes. It is the latest in fashion for the well to do man on Coruscant. You look distinguished and dashing. Fiora will most definitely notice you."

Qui-Gon took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. Focus. You have a job to do. Think on that.

The chancellor watched his friend. When Qui-Gon opened his eyes he said, "Some of that Jedi mumbling to yourself?" At the dark look the knight gave him Valorum said, "Lighten up Qui-Gon. It was a joke. I'm just trying to get you to relax and quit being so self-conscious. You do relax, don't you?"

"Yes…but while I am on an assignment, I can't afford to relax. I must be alert and aware."

"All right…but can you be a little less conspicuous about it? Didn't they teach you any of that in the diplomatic training you received?"

The Jedi master's blue eyes twinkled mischievously. "No. What they taught us is that politicians hide their true selves and we must be constantly on guard not to be taken in…by any of them."

"Including your chancellor? All right. I surrender. We've been over all this already. Come on. We've got to get going."

Supreme Chancellor Finis Valorum walked up to the door leading to the function. The darkly robed guards who tended him everywhere he went surrounded him. Qui-Gon could see that this was not the same person who had been joking with him earlier. Finis had taken on a different personality…even a different appearance as he approached the portal into a different world. He stood tall and regal while the attendant at the door announced his arrival.

At once the room beyond was quiet until Valorum entered and walked down the few steps. Then the crowd resumed their conversations and the chancellor was inundated by well wishers, favor seekers, and those who wished a short audience with him. Qui-Gon watched partly in fascination at the machinations…partly in aversion at the machinations. Then he stepped to the door and handed an invitation to the attendant. The man looked it over carefully and admitted the knight…without knowing this was a knight.

The Jedi was at once alert and reaching out. Yet, he tried to remember that he had to fit in…not look like he was studying the crowd as strongly as he was. For the moment, Qui-Gon decided to skirt the edge of the mass and get a feel for the place and what sorts of discussions were going on. Perhaps he would go to the buffet for a something to drink. At least he would have a destination in mind rather than wandering. He felt very self-conscious just walking about.

The knight idly wondered what Fiora looked like. He allowed his eyes to travel around the room looking for Senator Norr…wondering how open he would be with Fiora if he were truly trying to hide his relationship with her…if it did exist. He was still uncertain about that.

The Jedi master wandered up to the table and helped himself to the large and sparkling fountain that towered over the food-laden board. As he watched the cup fill, he wondered what kept the spindly-looking fountain from falling over.

"Why Master Qui-Gon! What a pleasant surprise. I had no idea you would be here. Is it for business or pleasure?"

The knight turned quickly when he heard his name and looked to see who nearby may have heard. There was no one immediately around him…except for a petite, frail middle aged woman. It had been a long time since he had seen her. She looked noble…as always…in her floor length off-white gown. It was intricately sewn with overlying matching material laid out in complex curling and winding designs. Sparkling sequins were randomly sewn over the dress. There was a short train of layers and layers of wispy light fabric. In her left hand she held a dainty flowered handkerchief.

The Jedi master bowed low. "Lady Lyg'tren, it is an honor to see you again." The formality done with, he leaned close. "You mustn't call me Master Qui-Gon here, please."

"Oh…intrigue? Are you pretending to be someone else? I should have known…in that outfit." She looked in open admiration of his tall slim frame. "That is not the outfit of a Jedi knight. My compliments to your tailor. He flatters you."

Qui-Gon fought to control the blood he felt rushing to his face…and tried to change the focus of the conversation. "I am Othgar Reol, merchant from the planet of Norama." He bowed again. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

She inclined her head. "The pleasure is mine Mr. Reol. I shan't inquire further, as I am sure it is not for me to know more. However…I now have a piece of information that many here would not only find interesting, but would probably pay me for. And…my charities could use that money."

"What information is that Lady Lyg'tren?"

"Why, that there is a Jedi knight in our presence…pretending to be a merchant."

The knight cleared his throat. "Lady Lyg'tren…"

"Oh…don't worry Mr. Reol. I'm not a gossip…nor greedy. I'll not 'blow your cover' as they say…on one condition."

Qui-Gon turned his head slightly. He was already caught in the middle of ugly politics…and he had just arrived. "What's that?"

"That you will dance with me," she smiled graciously.

Qui-Gon smiled in spite of himself. "Very well." The Jedi took her extended hand and they walked away from the buffet table. He gently took Lady Lyg'tren in his arms and began to guide her around the dance floor.

"So," she began. "Is there anything I can do to…assist you in your intrigue?"

"I don't think so," he replied slowly. Was she genuinely trying to make conversation? He remembered the reputation of her father and wondered if perhaps she might be following in his footsteps.

"I didn't realize that the finer pursuits were in your repertoire as well. Did you learn to dance at the temple…or on your own?"

"Both. It was part of my training…but I refined it on my own." He smiled. The repartee was amusing…and challenging.

"I see," she said with an air of respect. "So…there is more to the venerable knight than what is presented by that hard exterior. I had often wondered. So calm and in control whether faced with a murdered senator…or the slander of an angry senator."

"Such things can only wound if given ground. I choose to look beyond the point of the arrow and see what propels it."

"Indeed? Wise as well. Why Mr. Reol, I find I know so little about you. I welcome the opportunity to learn more. Will I…see you at other receptions here at the senate building?"

"I rather doubt it Lady Lyg'tren. I'm merely here to do a job. When it is complete, I will move on to my next assignment."

"That is a shame. You are a breath of freshness in this stale air of politicos. All playing the same tiring game of one-upmanship, trying to impress the others…and the supreme chancellor. Have you ever considered trying for a senate seat?"

"No," the Jedi smiled slightly. "I have the job I desire. I'm not sure I could endure…the same tiring games."

"But you are just what the senate needs if change is to come about."

The music ended at that moment. The couple stepped apart and applauded the small orchestra. Qui-Gon bowed to his partner and she inclined her head.

"Thank you Mr. Reol for a most entertaining conversation. Perhaps we shall meet again."

"Lady Lyg'tren, thank you."

She seemed to float away on a cloud of light rustling fabric. The knight breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure what it was, but he was certain she was playing her own game.

Then Qui-Gon felt someone grasp his arm. He turned quickly to see the smiling face of Chancellor Valorum. "Are you playing games with me…or do you really learn so fast? You didn't dance that well with Myar in my office!"

"That's because this time I didn't have someone watching my every move and correcting me."

"Oh? Well…maybe you don't need my help after all. You seemed to handle yourself well out there. And tell me…how is the elegant Lady Lyg'tren?"

"She was pleasant enough. I just hope she keeps her word about not giving me away."

"I don't think she will give you away. Allia is quite intelligent…but she's not politically smart. I'm not sure she would know what to do with that information."

"She said she could sell it." I think you underestimate her Finis. She has survived assassination of her husband, scandal…and other intrigue unscathed. She knows more than you think I suspect.

Valorum laughed. "Like she would need the money. I think you're all right." The chancellor couldn't resist one last dig at his normally undemonstrative friend. He sniffed the air. "You smell nice now. Hmm…she has exquisite taste in perfume as well."

Quickly the Jedi sniffed the arm of his outfit. He frowned. "I didn't think of that. What do I do now?"

"Live with it. It won't go away quickly."

"Finis, this isn't funny."

"And I'm not joking. You know about perfume…or at least I thought you did. Relax. You smell nice." The supreme chancellor grinned and Qui-Gon's frown deepened.

"And what do you think of the legislation to give Hora's resources to the Republic, Senator Norr?" the small man with the big nose asked.

At once the senator was ill at ease. He tried to regain himself. "This is a social occasion. I prefer not to discuss politics at the moment. I am trying to relax." He bowed slightly and hurried away from the group.

Qui-Gon watched the legislator as he almost ran from the room. Then he turned his attention on the group of four men that Norr had left behind.

"What do you make of that?" the little man asked.

"It could be as he says. He doesn't want to talk about it," another man shrugged.

"I don't know," a tall thin man replied. "He seemed in a big hurry. That looks suspicious."

"Do you think it's true…what they are saying about him?" the small man asked.

"Oh who knows?" the fourth man, a stout man, replied. "There's all kinds of stories going on about senators all the time. Do you believe everything you hear?"

"I'm not a fool," Shorty snapped. "It's his behavior that makes me think something is wrong."

"There's an easy way to find out," Stout said slowly. "If it's true that he's running around on his wife…ask her."

"Nah," the tall man said. "The wife is always the last to find out. You need to ask Fiora."

"Oh! Is she the one? Well…if it's her then it's probably true. She'll sleep with anyone."

Only gossip. Qui-Gon walked away. That's all he had heard all night long…gossip. Some part of it might be true…but how would he know? The Jedi was frustrated. This was a waste of time. He could probably learn more out working on his own…as a Jedi. Finis meant well…but this was his environment. To Qui-Gon it was as an alien landscape. Unfamiliar features and no way of knowing what was behind the next rise. Landmarks hidden by thick vegetation. The only way to discover what was in there would be to hack away at it until you could see through it. He stood still a moment and tried to decide if he had truly learned anything useful tonight.

What took precedence in his mind however was all that he had sensed during his wanderings and eavesdropping. What the senators, aides, and other political types didn't say was sometimes more interesting than what they did say. He could feel the malice that one senator would have toward another while he was smiling and generously complimenting the object of his spite. Only seldom did outer appearances match the intense emotions that flowed so easily to the Jedi master.

"You're doing great," the chancellor whispered as he walked up. "Several people have asked me if I knew who you were. But…I haven't heard any gossip or speculation that you aren't what you are advertised to be. Good job. There is a regular person in there."

"Thanks," Qui-Gon tried not to sound sarcastic. "Finis, I'm going back to the temple now."

"But…"

"No buts. All I've heard is gossip and innuendo. Little of substance. I'm tired. I'd like to get a good rest so I can start over in the morning. A little more of my own methods…if you don't mind."

"Hey, wait a minute." Valorum grabbed the knight's arm. "I don't care how you find out what's going on. I was just trying to give you a way to move around this environment more freely. It's true there's a lot of stray information…but there are some nuggets now and again. Don't be so quick to throw out everything you heard tonight. Think about it. You're the one with the intuition and insight. Just because you have such a low opinion of politicians, don't ignore everything they say."

Qui-Gon sighed. "Finis, I'm not trying to paint them all with the same brush…but right now I have no reason to believe I've heard more than idle speculation. I'll think about it again though. Good night."

The Jedi master had picked up the other clothes Valorum had made available to him…as well as his Jedi tunics. He was so tired he resisted the urge to change. It was late. There were probably few awake at the temple to see him in his festive attire.

Qui-Gon pulled the speeder into the parking area at the temple, grabbed the clothes and headed into the building. He was running conversations back through his mind, looking for those promised nuggets. It seemed the people at the reception were only repeating what they had heard from elsewhere. No one seemed to be an original source. He thought back to what he had overheard about asking Norr's wife…or Fiora. Both of those were out of the question.

The knight got off the lift at the residential level where his quarters were. Just as he exited the car he heard an all too familiar voice.

"By the Force! What in the world happened to you Qui-Gon?"

He turned to see Jareel standing there, pulling at his beard and grinning. Qui-Gon sighed. "I'm very tired Jareel…and not in the mood for games."

"I can imagine. Seems you've already had your game for the night. Nice clothes. Party?"

"Jareel…"

The big man sniffed the air. "Hmm…. A party at least. Nice. She has good taste."

"Jareel, listen closely. I am doing some work for Chancellor Valorum. He wanted me to attend a reception tonight. I had an obligation as his guest to do certain…social duties. That's all that happened. End of discussion. And I do not want to hear gossip or repetitions of this around the temple. Do you read me?"

"Of course, old friend," the big man tried to say penitently. "I wouldn't repeat gossip about you. I think you should go to bed and get some rest. You're a little…grumpy."

Qui-Gon turned and walked away without another word. Jareel grinned a little as he watched his friend walk away.

Obi-Wan had been reviewing the databases until late. There was much information to go through…and he wanted to make sure Satay got her tapes back tomorrow as he promised. First thing in the morning was not the time he wanted to get into another argument with her. However, he had to admit it was boring. Some of the details of what Yalla was doing the padawan didn't understand. He made copies of some of it to ask Mi'al about. The longer he was at it, the heavier his eyelids got. He rested his chin on his hand and fought to keep his eyes open.

A noise startled Obi-Wan. He sat up. Only then did he realize he'd gone to sleep. The apprentice listened, idly wondering what was making noises this late at night. Then he heard someone mumbling in the hallway. Obi-Wan stood and walked to the door. As it opened, he looked out into the hallway. Kneeling at the door next to his own was Master Qui-Gon picking something up from the floor.

The padawan went at once to his assistance. Qui-Gon looked up. "Did I disturb you? I'm sorry."

"It's all right Master. It's probably for the best. I fell asleep at my desk. I probably needed something to wake me so I would go get into bed." That's when he got a good look at what he was helping pick up…but he didn't say anything…yet.

Qui-Gon stood and took the clothes from Obi-Wan. "Thank you."

Now the apprentice saw the same strange looking clothes on his master and he couldn't help but gawk. His mouth fell open. "Master?"

"Obi-Wan…. Please…I'm tired."

"I'm sorry. It's just…I've never seen you like…this. And…you smell good. Was she pretty?"

"Obi-Wan," the Jedi said more severely. "I will only say this once. I danced with a lady tonight because I was a guest of Chancellor Valorum's. It was my duty as a Jedi to be civil and social. That's all there was to it. And this is all I expect to hear of it. Correct?"

"Oh…yes Master. Of course." The apprentice tried not to smile. He began to hand the rest of the clothes to Qui-Gon and tried to look them over before his master snatched them away.

Qui-Gon went at once to his door and keyed the lock. The door swished open. He entered and saw his apprentice still watching. "Good night Obi-Wan."

"Oh. Good night Master." Qui-Gon's door closed and Obi-Wan smiled. Then he returned to his own quarters wondering if anyone else had seen the knight dressed that way. Someone had to have. Obi-Wan was dying to discuss it with someone…but didn't know if he had the nerve to tell it to anyone.

Obi-Wan was somewhat disappointed that Qui-Gon was already gone when he visited his master's door to invite him to breakfast. The padawan wondered if it had anything to do with the fact that he'd "caught" Qui-Gon last night…and the Jedi didn't want to be teased. He smiled to himself and left to go to the dining hall.

Over breakfast Obi-Wan thought about what he had reviewed last night. He still wasn't convinced that the answer lay in the mountains of data. It's true that Yalla's secret research probably was related to what he did openly. Still, the apprentice didn't see how an understanding of it would help him see why Yalla would want to harm anyone…much less a Jedi. If what Yalla was doing was illegal then it made sense he would take action against anyone who may come asking questions…and that's all he needed to know about it. Now…how to explain his view to Satay without starting a galactic war?

There was no way he realized. The woman was indeed independent…and had strong opinions. For the moment that's all they had…opinions. She was convinced hers was the correct one…because of her expertise and some dislike she seemed to harbor against Jedi. He sighed. Was there any easy way to work with her? Probably not. It was going to be a test of wills…and patience on his part. He thought that perhaps he should spend a short time in the meditation chamber before he left for the day. He would need it.

Obi-Wan parked the speeder in a visitor's slot and glanced over the data tapes once more. He wanted to be sure he had brought all of them back. Perhaps returning them as promised…all of them, on time, and undamaged…might engender some trust on Satay's part.

Obi-Wan was taking in another deep breath as he opened the door and entered the security office. He didn't notice the activity. His focus was on the Force.

"Good morning Obi-Wan," Chief Harlo called.

"Oh…morning Chief."

"Here early. She's waiting on you. I did talk to her yesterday. She thinks you're trying to move in on her territory. I tried to explain to her that we are working together. It's not a contest."

"What did she say?"

"Same thing she always says. It has to be a contest. She has to work twice as hard as anyone else to be considered the equal of anyone else." He shrugged. "I don't know what to say to you. She really is a good worker.

"But…she's not always right is she?"

"But who is?"

"Just wanted to make sure."

"Why? Are you about to tell her she's wrong?"

The apprentice grinned. "Not unless I have to. See you later Chief Harlo."

He chuckled. "Good luck."

Obi-Wan walked down the hallway and knocked at the entrance to the small cubicle.

"Come on in Chief." Satay looked up. "Oh. Sorry. Chief Harlo is usually the only one who knocks before he comes in."

"Here are you data tapes. All of them…undamaged."

"Good. Learn anything?"

"Not much, but this kind of research is not my area of specialization."

"Mine either. Trying to get some help in that area. So what's on your mind today Jedi boy?"

"Um…Satay, you asked me not to call you Ariel and I respected that. Could you call me something besides Jedi boy?"

"All right Kenobi. Sit down. What do you want out of me?"

He took a deep breath. "I really don't think we are going to find out what we want to know from digging through all this research information. I understand what you said about the research being related to whatever Yalla is planning with Shonnel, but I just don't think that we need to understand all the details of this to figure out why he wanted to kill someone."

The woman stared at him for a long moment. "I agree."

"You do?" he replied in surprise.

"Yes. I thought some more about it and I think you're right. Someone needs to understand this so we have better insight into what this character is up to…especially since Junay and Yalla seem to be fighting over this brain. But…I don't think that's what we need to do to further our investigation."

"Well…we managed to reach agreement." He would let her take the lead…for the moment. "So what do you suggest?"

"Well…we have people digging through the contents of Yalla's lab. The only thing we can do there is wait until they come up with something. We can't talk to him or any of his people since they have disappeared. But…." She settled back in her chair. "There still is Junay."

"You really think he knows more about Yalla than he is saying? Why would he hold anything back on us?"

"I still think that the two of them might be working together…or cooperating. The thing I do understand about their research is that it is very specialized and not many people are in this area. Junay has already confessed to spying on Yalla. Do you really think that these…amateurs know anything about spying? I find it hard to think either of them could set up someone in the other's lab without being found out. Look how secretive they are about what they do. Nothing in or out of the lab. No one talks to anyone outside the lab. Yet…they will let just anyone come in and work or even volunteer for testing just like that? I don't buy it. How else could Junay know what he does about Yalla's work?"

Obi-Wan was dubious…but there were few directions to go at this point, as Satay had already pointed out. So, he was willing to entertain some more out of the ordinary ideas…for the moment. Besides…there could be something to what she was saying. He had nothing to prove to him that the two researchers weren't in cooperation.

"So what do we do now?"

"It's obvious we won't get anything else out of Junay. We need to talk to some of his workers."

"Good morning."

"Yeah? What can I do for you?" The big blue male Twi'lek said.

"I am Othgar Reol, merchant from the planet of Norama."

"Are we expecting you?"

"No. I was not expecting to come here myself. However, when I arrived and heard the latest on the Hora issue, I decided I should educate myself further…and find out who my friends are."

He turned his head slightly. "What makes you think you have friends here?"

"Ah…well, I understood that this lobbying group was one of the biggest opponents to the Hora legislation. I, too, strongly oppose it. That does make us allies, doesn't it?"

"I suppose. I apologize. I don't mean to be so suspicious, but we have many enemies. My name is Fhata Boola. Welcome. Have a seat."

"Thank you," Qui-Gon settled his lanky frame into the offered chair. "I quite understand your precautions. There is so much…conspiracy and deception revolving around the senate."

"You are from Norama?"

"Yes. So, you can understand my interest in a…neighboring planet. As a businessman in the vicinity of Hora, I am very curious about how this vote will go."

"We all are. Mr. Reol…"

"Please, call me Othgar."

"Very well Othgar. Are you willing to work…really work with us?"

"Of course. That's why I came here. I only just found out about your group this morning when I was talking with a senator about the proposed legislation. She suggested you and I may be able to help each other."

"It's possible. How much…political influence do you command Othgar?"

"Not very much, I'm afraid. I haven't been to Coruscant many times. Had I known the state of things, I would not have come but allowed someone…more knowledgeable from our business to come."

"What exactly is your business?"

"I work for Universal Imports on Norama. Are you familiar with it?"

"I have heard of it. It's a large business with an extensive client base…and diverse commodities."

"That is correct. Our…diverse commodities is the reason we are so concerned about the Hora issue."

"That is understandable. I'm just trying to think of how you can best help us…seeing that you do not have many political connections."

"I'm willing to do anything to help…even if that means going out to build the connections. The senators may not know me…but they know my colleagues. Their reputation precedes them, I'm sure. Perhaps a couple of communications from my coworkers to the right senator..."

"Yes. I agree. Very well. We'll give you a chance. Norama is in the same system with Raphan, correct?"

"Yes."

"Then perhaps the senator from Raphan may be familiar with your company. Why don't you see if you can get your people to contact him? You get in to see him and try to win him over. Let's see how well you can do at that…and then we'll talk further."

"All right. I'll do that…and I'll be in touch with you. Thank you. I look forward to a long and lucrative partnership."

The Twi'lek stood to shake the Jedi's hand and watched him closely as he walked out.

A human male came out of a back room. "What do you think?"

"Probably just what he says he is. Someone worried about his money and his job. All those trading companies near Hora sell something from that rock. I'm sure that's why he's here. Too bad we didn't get one of their bigger hitters. But we'll see what he can do. He'll either be nothing but a nuisance…or he may actually be of help to us."

"Are you going to keep an eye on him?"

"For the moment, no. I have no reason to be suspicious of him yet. Let's just see what he can do. Then we'll decide what to do with him."

"There's too many people coming to us over this Hora thing. I don't like it."

"That's too bad. You knew what this job was when you signed on. We have our nice clean lobbying business…and our other business. It's politics and money either way. And this is one of the biggest issues to come up in a while. We stand to score big…which ever way it goes." Boola laughed roughly. "Don't worry about him. Just another businessman trying to cover his rear and save his job."

"Yeah. We have seen a lot of those recently."

"Right…so forget it. I bet we'll never see him again."

As Qui-Gon walked away from the office, he considered. The Twi'lek was not to be trusted. He was as suspicious of the Jedi as the Jedi had been of him. In spite of Boola's attempt at calm acceptance of the pretend merchant, Qui-Gon could feel what the creature truly felt…and realized he was being tested. The ugly world of politics. How some people were able to stay in it and yet remain honest was almost beyond his ability to comprehend.

Obi-Wan and Satay spent their morning going over some of the personal data that the security office had been able to find out about Yalla's workers. This was more interesting…and seemed much more useful to the apprentice.

"They are all squeaky clean. All of them. A bunch of egghead scientists," the small woman proclaimed. "No records. Hardly even a traffic violation among the whole lot of them. You know the kind. Work all day and part of the night. Go home to sleep and play on the computer. Then back to work. They live, eat, and breathe their work. That's what makes it so hard to believe they all just disappeared…apparently with him."

"That's all you know about them?"

"There's not much to know Jedi…Kenobi. They live to work. That's about all they do."

"Master Qui-Gon and I had a look around Yalla's apartment. Some of the people who work for him also belong to this…AAM group that he runs."

"Yeah? You were at his apartment? What were you doing there?"

"Chief Harlo knows about it. He OK'ed us to go there."

"He did? Why that…. He never even told me that anyone had gone to look at that apartment." Satay's eyes darkened and she seemed to be thinking. Finally, she pulled herself back to the conversation. "What else did you find out there?"

"Not much. As you say…squeaky clean. Very clean and neat apartment. Mostly it contained more about his work. Little indication of personal interests. It seems his work was his personal interest as well…except for this group."

"There's a connection here. It's too much of a coincidence. His only hobby and some of his workers belonged too."

"Nothing wrong with that."

"Normally I would agree…but Yalla doesn't seem to be the normal type."

"It's just a club. An odd one, I'll grant…but only a club."

"Where this guy is concerned, everything is suspect until we have a reason to rule out anything. It may only seem like a club to you…but to me it looks like a reason for certain people to get together without looking suspicious."

Obi-Wan said nothing. He didn't know what to say…and would probably get an argument if he did reply.

"Come on." Satay leaped to her feet and hurried out.

"Wait! Where are we going?"

"We have some people to talk to."

"You're a fast worker Qui-Gon."

"Well…maybe some of what you told me yesterday did help. Being especially nice…and interested…in the right woman can lead you to interesting information."

"So you found out which lobbying groups are working against the Hora legislation?"

"Not all of them actually. Only one. But it is a starting point. Now, I need your help Finis."

"What can I do?"

"I'm supposed to get in to see the senator of Raphan and use the influence of Universal Imports to convince him to vote against the Hora bill. You are the one who set me up to be a businessman with this company. Now what? What's the quickest way for me to get in?"

"Hmm…. I suppose they are using this as a data point to see how much help you can be to them. If you come up dry…they'll push you away. This might be your only chance to find out any under the table information. I know how these lobbying groups work. No matter how clean they claim to be, they are all dirty. If there's anything going on, I'm willing to bet they know something of it. We have to get you in to see Senator Vora. But I can't just call him up and tell him to see you…especially if you are going to be trying to talk him into taking a stand that is the opposite of what he knows about my feelings on this. Have a seat. Let me make a couple of contacts."

"I know how busy you are…"

"Forget it. This is important. I'll make time for it. Most of my meetings are with people who are just trying to use me anyway."

"Satay, what are we doing?"

"We're waiting to see if any of Junay's people are going out to lunch. It's certain he won't let us in to talk to them…not as upset as he was yesterday. So…we'll catch a few of them this way."

"Wouldn't it be easier to just find out their addresses and visit their homes? Are you sure you don't watch too many video programs?"

"Very funny Jedi boy," the woman emphasized the name. Then she turned to look out the window again. "You don't seem to appreciate the timeliness of things like this. Yalla is already a long way away, I'm sure. The more time that passes, the further away he will get. This is the quickest way to get access to these people. I'm afraid you've been watching too much drama. This is the way we really do things Kenobi. You've never had to sit and wait to get to someone you needed to talk to?"

"Actually I have."

"Oh…really? Then what is your problem? That's all we are doing. Wait! There's someone leaving now. Wonder if he is one of the brains? Probably is. Look at him. Mussed up hair. Ten kilo glasses. Looks like he slept in his clothes. They're all the same. Let's see where he goes."

Satay followed at a distance in her unmarked speeder. The man didn't go far however. He stopped near a pub, parked and went in. The investigator parked further down and got out.

"Look Kenobi. You stand out like a bantha in a dewback herd dressed like that." She looked the apprentice up and down. "Just…stay behind me and let me do the talking. All right?"

Obi-Wan fought the urge to be sarcastic. He would go along with it…for the moment. Until he saw how things developed it would be easier to play her game than argue. He nodded and fell in step behind the short woman. Yeah, I really am going to go unnoticed walking behind you like this, shorty.

They walked into the pub in time to hear their target call out, "The special Yarl…and a Corellian ale."

"You just made it in time Herda. The lunch special is almost over."

"Work doesn't always respect lunch. I have to get here when I can."

Satay said in a low voice, "I come here often. Don't remember this fellow though…but I don't notice most of the guys who come in here. A lot of regulars. Looks like some of them have already started soaking their brains. We want to keep a low profile. Why don't you wait at the bar until I see if I can get this guy talking."

The apprentice had already noticed all the stares they were attracting. Boldly walking up to the bar where the partially inebriated stares were coming from was not his idea of keeping a low profile. He chose instead to sit at a table away from the one where Herda was sitting.

"What'll ya have?" Yarl called out to the padawan.

A drink was not what he had in mind, but Obi-Wan knew he had to buy something. It occurred to him he hadn't eaten yet. "The lunch special please."

"Excuse me," Satay said to the young research assistant. "I'd like to talk to you a minute if you don't mind."

"Depends on what you want to talk about," he grinned. "Sit down honey."

Satay drew in a deep breath and fought off the impulse to tell him where to put his "honey." Part of the job she reminded herself as she sat down.

"So, you work here or something?"

"Or something. Do you work for Dr. Junay?"

"What does that matter…unless you're a gold digger. If you are…better look elsewhere. But…that's not all that's on your mind is it?"

"No. I have many other things on my mind. I'd like to ask you some questions about your job."

"Sure sweetie. If that's how you get started. Whatever you want to talk about. The weather, my job, where we can go…." He reached for her hand.

Satay pulled it away. "Listen mister. We can do this the easy way…or the hard way."

"Oh…I prefer the hard way. It's more fun that way." He took her hand again.

The woman pulled it away and reached for her credentials. At that movement, Obi-Wan decided she must be having trouble with the man and came over to the table.

Looking at the badge and ID card, Herda pulled back and stuttered, "Oh…uh. Sorry. I didn't…."

"I just want some information," the woman said.

Obi-Wan sat at the table.

"Hey, what's going on here? I haven't done anything."

"No, you haven't. I just want to ask you some questions that's all. You're not in trouble."

"But…a security officer and a Jedi…"

"Could you keep your voice down please?"

"Hey, Satay," Yarl called out. "Are you harassing my customers? You wanna do business…take it outside."

"There's no problem Yarl. I just want to talk to the man," the small woman said without looking.

"You heard him," a man at the bar said.

Satay stood and held up her badge. "Anybody have a problem? I'm doing my job. You want to go down to the station?"

Obi-Wan didn't like the way this was developing. He was sure there was a better way to handle it instead of making such a major issue out of a few questions. It would be better to calm everyone down. "I'll handle this," he said to his companion and began to walk toward the bar with a forced smile on his face.

But the men at the bar took his approach as a hostile action. "Let's show this brave guy," one of the men yelled out and at once, the whole line at the counter rushed the apprentice. He was caught off guard and they took him down on the floor. Obi-Wan was gathering his strength and pushing the men away…but they would jump back in the fray.

Satay sighed and casually walked around the bar. "What are you just standing there for Yarl? If it was anyone else you'd have it broken up by now so they wouldn't bust up your place." She reached under the counter, grabbed an air horn and gave a long, loud blast. The men stopped in the middle of whatever they were doing and looked toward the noise. The petite woman had her blaster drawn. "Off him now! Back off."

The men backed off. Slowly Satay walked back around the bar and over to where Obi-Wan was pulling himself up off the floor. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah…I'm fine," the apprentice grumbled, embarrassed at his clumsiness in the situation.

"All right," she looked back to the attackers. "Play time's over. Go back to your drinks like good little boys and I won't have to make you sit in the corner." Satay stood with hands on her hips and watched Obi-Wan get up. "I'm going to have to tell your boss that you don't play well with the other children." The apprentice gave her a sour look. "Yeah, well, Jedi boy remind me next time a brawl breaks out that you'll take care of it." Obi-Wan said nothing but he could feel his cheeks burn. She looked around. "Great! Now he's taken off. We'll never get to talk to him…or any other of Junay's people now when he gets back to the lab. Thanks for handling that for me. Let's get out of here."

"Good to meet you Mr. Reol. I've heard good things about you from your company."

Qui-Gon tried not to smile as he remembered the communication to Senator Vora from someone on Valorum's staff, pretending to be an executive with Universal Imports. "I'm honored to meet you Senator, and I appreciate your seeing me on short notice. I know you must be quite busy."

"Oh yes…very busy. But, on this issue, I think I can take the time. It is a provocative one, isn't it?"

"Very. Have you…ah, made a decision on it yet?"

"Well…not really. I suppose I should have by now. After all Hora is in our sector of the galaxy isn't it? I should be more interested in a neighbor, as it were. Still, there are many sides to consider."

"Many sides indeed. I'm hoping that I can get you to consider the side that will serve our…sector of the galaxy best."

"Hmm. And which side is that?" he said in innocence.

"Well, I believe we both realize that the interests of…several planets near Hora would benefit the most if Hora's resources were…left to Hora."

The senator was going to play dumb all the way however. "I'm not sure what you mean…exactly Mr. Reol."

"I think that the neighbors of Hora can take better care of the planet than the Republic can. It would be a shame to see all that profit go into a bureaucracy rather than to…businessmen and their…advocates. People who could make better use of the money than the already fat Republic."

"Are you denouncing the Republic?" The Senator was enjoying this game.

"Of course not," Qui-Gon said quicker than he meant to…but the question had taken him completely by surprise. "I merely meant that the government is quite well off and would not miss that money. Whereas…some less fortunate people would have more immediate use of the resources."

"I see. You mean…such as Universal Imports."

The Jedi master was wary. He really knew little of the company…only what Finis had told him. And…he didn't know what Vora knew of it. "I'm sure that my company would be better served by less…government intervention."

The senator turned on some background music…and set the volume. "You are clever Mr. Reol. You will admit nothing. I know that Universal Imports sells ore stolen from Hora. And that's why you have come here. You want me to vote against the legislation because your company would suffer."

Obviously, Vora was well acquainted with the company. Still the Jedi was careful. "My company does deal in Hora ore…but to say we are selling stolen property…"

"Don't play games with me. Half the senate knows this. You are not being very subtle to go door to door in the senate building, announcing which company you work for."

The knight tried to contain his surprise. He wondered just how much of this Valorum knew of…and why he didn't tell him if he did know. "Well…ah…"

"You are new to this aren't you? I'll give you some advice. Back off. I can't afford to have anything to do with you. What the other senators choose to do is their own business. I've already decided my vote…against the bill. But it's not because of anything you have said." He pointed a finger at Qui-Gon. "And…I think you'd better leave now. Go."

"I'm sorry if I have upset you. It was not my intention. I must admit…I am new at this. My clumsiness was not meant to be a discomfort to you. I will go and not disturb you further." Qui-Gon, stood, bowed and hurried out.

Vora put through a communication. "I just got a visit from someone with Universal Imports. Reol was his name. I don't know him…but he's trying to stir votes." A pause. "I don't know. I didn't let him get that far. I don't know what his game is…but I don't want any part of it."

Qui-Gon paused outside the senator's office. When Vora had begun to rebuke him, the Jedi was expecting more malice…as he had so often sensed in this little adventure Finis had involved him in. This time it was different however. Senator Vora seemed…uncertain and on the verge of fear. Interesting. What was he afraid of? Was it only being caught dealing with a lobbying group who worked both sides of the law? Or…had he already been approached by a blackmailer? The situation only seemed to become more complex.

"Where now?" Obi-Wan asked in exasperation.

"Back to the station I suppose…since you handled things so well for me."

"So, I'm not as perfect as you. I make mistakes." Obi-Wan could have kicked himself for blurting that out without thinking about what he was saying. So much for trying to stay focused. "I apologize. I shouldn't have said that." He took in a deep breath.

But Satay just grinned. "So…Jedi aren't perfect after all. Two slips in just a few minutes. It restores my faith in the galaxy."

The apprentice said nothing. He was trying to control himself…and let the past go. He couldn't change what he'd done or said. All he could do now was recenter himself and try harder.

"I was thinking of finding out if there is one of those…what is it? AAM? Let's see if there's one of those groups around here. It would be interesting if some of Junay's people were in it…or maybe even some of Yalla's people hiding away…right here under our noses."

"Do you really think you'll find such things?"

"Anything is possible Jedi boy…oops, sorry. Part of my job is investigation. You don't know what's going on until you go look. How do you Jedi get anything done? You don't like to wait on people…and you don't like to go looking for people."

"We do investigation as well. It's just that…this seems like such a long shot. I hardly think it is worth the effort."

"I may not know as much about Yalla as you do, but that gives me the advantage of being more open minded. Do you have any great brainstorms about what we should be doing?"

"No," he admitted. "I don't. But…I don't like to waste time either. As you pointed out, Yalla will make the best use of time."

Satay glared at him. "I don't like to waste time either. If you prefer, you don't have to go with me. You can go chase your own nose if you prefer."

Valorum whistled low and long. "No, I didn't know about this. Half the senate knows what Universal Imports is up to. Hmm…I wonder if that means half the senate is dirty…or has been approached."

"Just because they are aware of it doesn't necessarily mean they are participants Finis. They could just know of it."

"Yes, I know…and I hope you are right. I'm still idealistic enough to think that most senators are basically honest…but realistic enough to know that more are dirty than I want to believe. Even one dishonest one is too much for me…and I'm pretty certain there's more than one."

"At any rate, I don't think my present course is one to continue to pursue."

"I agree. Whichever way this knowledge of Universal Imports is acting, if you continue what you are doing, pretty soon it will be common knowledge as one senator notifies another. You will lose any anonymity."

"Is this a good alias to use even now?"

Valorum stood and walked to his window. He clasped his hands behind his back and thought for a moment. "Yes. Let's stick with it. You've already appeared publicly as Othgar Reol. You are just going to have to be more careful of what you do. I wouldn't advise going back to the lobbying group. If the senate knows of UI, it's a sure bet they do too. What will you do?"

"Be more careful," Qui-Gon said as he stood to leave.

"Well, you found out there is an AAM group on Coruscant. What are you going to do? Walk in and demand their membership roster?"

"Funny Jedi boy. No. I have a better idea. You are going to walk in and join."

"What?"

"Yes. It's perfect! They want to play Jedi. It would be great for you to walk in already dressed for the part. When they see how serious you are, they are sure to take you in. You already know which of Yalla's men are members. By the time you get in, I can probably finagle a list of Junay's workers."

"Wait a minute, Satay," Obi-Wan stood to pace, but the cubicle allowed no room for it. He turned back to face the small woman. "The Jedi temple is here on Coruscant. If I walk in already dressed like this, they are probably going to assume I'm a real Jedi. It's not a good idea. It won't work."

"Sure it will! Can't you leave something off? Like the robe maybe? If you go in partially dressed for the part, then you probably stand a good chance of it. They will think you are just getting into it. You can leave off the belt and saber. Just the tunics and pants. It'll work."

"No. I never go anywhere without my weapon." He sighed. "Satay, this is not a good idea. It won't work."

"You don't know if you don't try. Look, here is the contact person. We can talk to him and find out when they meet. Come on. I thought you wanted to find out some information."

"I do…but…"

"What's the matter? Don't think you can convincingly pretend to be a Jedi?" she grinned.

Qui-Gon was about to leave the senate building and go back to the temple when his comlink buzzed. He looked around and whispered into it, "Qui-Gon Jinn."

"Master Qui-Gon, this is Myar. The supreme chancellor would like to see you for a moment if you are available."

"I'll be right there. Thank you."

"What have you been up to? Find out anything?"

"Only what I already knew, Finis. That the Hora issue is a hot one. Everyone is keenly aware of it. Not everyone is willing to talk about it though. But that's only what I have found out on a low level…from aides and such. I haven't dared to approach any more senators. There is a lot of…unease and malevolence related to this. It's so strong I have to withdraw from it sometimes."

"Hmm. I knew that asking a Jedi to help was the right thing. You can know more about what's going on than any of us. All right. Keep it up. I asked you to come here because I knew you what your answer to this would be…and I hoped to change your mind."

The Jedi narrowed his eyes. "What is it?"

"There is another reception tonight…"

"No. I don't think so. I really didn't learn anything from last night. I'd prefer to get some rest instead of playing more political games. If I thought I could learn something, I would attend…"

"But you don't know if you can unless you do attend. This one is going to be a little more top heavy than last night's…more senators."

Qui-Gon considered for a moment. "All right. In that case, I will attend."

"Good…good. I have just the outfit for you…"

"Finis…"

"Qui-Gon, believe me…this is the latest in fashion. It truly is. I know you don't keep up with that sort of thing…having your clothes already picked out for you," the chancellor grinned. "This may look strange to you because of what you normally wear…but it's stylish. Didn't you notice what anyone was wearing last night?"

"No. I didn't."

"I thought you Jedi were more in tune with your surroundings."

"We are, but clothes are…decoration. I tend to be more aware of vital and changing things."

"There's nothing more vital and changing than the fashions in the elite circles. Now come on and try it on."

The Jedi master sighed and took the clothes. Soon he was standing before the mirror tugging and pulling at the outfit.

"Come on. It's not that bad. Looks good on you."

Qui-Gon frowned. This was even worse than last night. This costume was bright green. He felt like a plant. At least it had longer pants and the collar wasn't so high…but it did fit close to his neck. The waistcoat was a deeper green with bright shiny yellow metal buttons on it. The shirt beneath his jacket was pale green.

"I made sure you got something with a long jacket…to conceal your light saber."

"That's the only good thing about it. I'm surprised the boots aren't green also."

Valorum grinned. "They were, but I thought you'd be more comfortable with the black ones."

"Thank you for small favors," Qui-Gon quipped. He looked again in the mirror. "Doesn't anyone ever wear dark colors?"

"Only on funereal occasions. These people like to celebrate and have fun. They wear their best…and brightest."

"And what are you going to wear? You are going to change out of that aren't you?" Qui-Gon said almost in a pleading tone.

"Yes. I'm going to wear something bright as well, rather than this. Now that you are set, I'll go change. Relax. I'll be right back."

"Relax? In this?"

"You're serious, right? There really is going to be an AAM meeting tonight?"

"What's the matter…Kenobi? You don't trust me?"

"It just seems…odd that you found out there's a chapter today…and there's a meeting tonight."

"So, luck was on our side for once. Don't question it…just enjoy."

"Enjoy?"

"Sure. I would think that for a Jedi, seeing all these wannabes would be funny."

Nothing seemed to be above Satay's ridicule. She seemed to have very little respect for anyone or anything.

"Don't you have an offbeat interest? Something others would think is odd?"

"Everyone thinks I'm odd anyway. Doesn't matter."

That piqued his interest. There must be a reason for people to think her odd. True enough her behavior set her off…but that was enough to make her snide, rude, arrogant…not necessarily odd.

"Ah…what exactly are your interests?" He tried not to grin.

She glanced at him as she drove. "Forget it Jedi boy. I don't play that game."

"All right…Ariel."

She glared at him but said nothing.

"Here it is. This is the address. Go ahead."

"You're not coming along?"

"Why are you afraid of them?" Satay grinned. "Yes Kenobi. I'm coming…but I'll be along in a bit…after you're inside. It'll be better that way. Believe me, I wouldn't miss this for anything!"

The apprentice bit back the response that sprang to mind. He slipped off his robe and exited the speeder.

"The belt?"

"No…and no on the saber."

"Hello," a middle aged man in a Jedi outfit and about Obi-Wan's height held out his hand. "You must be the prospective member I heard about."

"Uh…yes. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi."

"Very Jedi sounding…good choice for a pseudonym. My name is Pri-don Lenn." He stepped back and looked over the padawan. "Nice costume…even the hair. You really are into this aren't you? Except…no robe." He frowned.

"Well…it isn't…finished yet."

"I see." He walked around Obi-Wan. "Not exact…but close enough. Only an expert would know the difference." He reached for the apprentice's light saber. Instinctively, Obi-Wan grabbed his hand.

"Uh…sorry. I'm just…not used to…"

"It's all right. I understand. People always stare and want to touch me also. It does get tiring. But that saber handle…. I don't know. I think you need to work on it a bit more. The real ones look much different from that. But…we have someone in our group who can help you with that. Have you been into this long? You must have to own such an authentic costume."

"I've been interested…for awhile."

"Have you done much dueling?"

"Oh…yes. I've done my share."

"Good…good. You won't be starting at the bottom then. Tell me who do you practice with if no one from our group?"

"Oh…a friend."

"Where did he learn from?"

"I'm, uh…not exactly sure…."

"Oh, all right. Well, our members are beginning to arrive. Let me introduce you…"

Qui-Gon was spending another evening wandering around another large room, making conversation, eavesdropping and reaching out to see what he could sense. There was plenty of talk about Hora…but nothing that was very helpful…more gossip and speculations. He was in the process of trying to sneak away from the reception for a few minutes of quiet when he heard a familiar voice.

"Mr. Reol, so good to see you again."

He turned to see Lady Lyg'tren in a blue evening gown. It was as spectacular as the one she'd had on last night…detailed and graceful…down to the lace handkerchief in her left hand.

With a low bow he replied, "Good evening Lady Lyg'tren." He realized he actually was glad to see her. At least there would be someone to make some intelligent conversation with instead of the inane small talk and political games that were going on all around him.

"You were naughty to fib to me. You told me I wouldn't see you again…and here you are."

"My apologies. I didn't expect to be here tonight. In fact, I only found out I was invited little more than an hour ago."

"Truly? Then you are to be the more congratulated on getting yourself together so nicely on such short notice. I see you study the latest fashions. Green becomes you."

"You are most kind," he tried not to blush. "You look lovely tonight."

"I would accuse your of false flattery…but I know you are not that type. My offer to you still stands Mr. Reol."

"I beg your pardon Lady Lyg'tren. What offer is that?"

She lowered her voice. "My condition for not 'blowing your cover'."

Qui-Gon smiled and took her hand. They joined the other dancing couples.

"I take it your assignment is not finished if you have not moved on," she said.

"You are correct my lady."

"And you said there was nothing I could do to assist your intrigue. Is that still correct?"

He had assumed last night that she had her own game. It seemed more certain to him now. She was too insistent on helping him. What was she up to?

"And what would such a refined lady as yourself know of intrigue?"

She laughed. "Do not make such assumptions Mr. Reol. Refinement does not exclude knowledge of…that which others wish unknowable."

"Indeed? Does refinement require such knowledge?"

"I knew you were wise. On Coruscant, the answer to that question is yes. Rather one does not come to a condition of refinement without such knowledge." She noted the look of surprise that came to his face. "Don't seem so shocked Mr. Reol. I'm certain you know something of the…true nature of politics."

"It is hard not to have that knowledge in the position that I am in. However, I didn't appreciate the true reach of it."

"That is understandable. You live in a," she glanced around to see who may be nearby, "protected world. There is much beyond it however." She laughed again and her eyes gleamed merrily. "Don't think that I do not realize the things that are said about me. One of the most common nicknames is "The Wicked Widow". The…events that have transpired in my life seem to have colored me with a dangerous air. I hear many things in the circles in which I operate. And…I am told many things by those who wish to impress me with their own intrigue. It's very amusing to such a simple woman as myself…but it is often useful."

The music ended and the couple applauded along with the other dancers. Then they retired to get something to drink.

"I must be honest with you Mr. Reol. I have overheard you tonight. Forgive my eavesdropping and curiosity. It is oftentimes for my own protection…because of my reputation. However, to the point. You seem quite interested in the Hora issue. I'm certain that…a person such as yourself would have much curiosity in this. However, that interest would not require…intrigue." With a quick glance around she whispered, "Is that the reason for the masquerade?"

Qui-Gon paused. Had he been so transparent? Was everyone he had talked to able to see so clearly also? Certainly not. Lady Lyg'tren had knowledge they did not…that he was a Jedi. He was still suspicious of what her game was. Time to be careful. "The Hora legislation is a provocative subject. Everyone seems to be concerned with it. I don't believe I have expressed any more interest than others here."

Her laughter was musical. "So wary. I have already given you my word that I will not expose you. And I am not so simple as to think a man of your…position would come here and endure what you have to endure at these functions just to chat about upcoming legislation. I assure you I am not 'up to anything' as you may say. Truly, I am not. You have been of much assistance to me in my…trials. I would merely like to show my appreciation to you. If the Hora mining issue is of…special interest to you, I think there's someone you might like to talk to on this. I am having a reception of my own for one of my charities tomorrow night. It will be a small affair at my penthouse. You are invited. Please don't disappoint me. I assure you it will be…interesting for you."

Before the Jedi had a chance to respond, Lady Lyg'tren was on her way back into the crowd and he lost sight of her immediately. Qui-Gon stood and reflected on their conversation. She only wanted to thank him for what he had done? What had he done? For her personally…nothing, except provide a shoulder to cry on…literally. It seemed tears accompanied many of their meetings. Maybe she appreciated even that. With the lack of support, she had faced the murder of her husband, kidnapping of her son, scandal. Perhaps just a sympathetic person nearby had meant more than he realized. Beyond that…he could find nothing he had really done for her.

The entire situation was very odd. Qui-Gon still had that feeling that Lady Lyg'tren was engaged in intrigue of her own. There was something mysterious he could sense. Yet, he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Was she trying to pull him into her intrigue? And…who was this person she wanted the Jedi to meet? Someone who was very interested in the Hora vote. But…someone not here? That must be the case. Otherwise, why couldn't he meet this person now? Or…maybe this person didn't want to meet him here. Lady Lyg'tren said her reception was going to be a small one and in her apartment. Away from all the curious eyes in the senate and the various hangers-on?

"You two are getting to be a regular item. If this keeps up, everyone is going to start talking about you."

"Oh…Finis. They don't need a reason to talk. They just need a direction to go with their innuendo."

"True enough. They will talk whether you give them reason to or not. Still…this new person on the government scene and our own elegant Lady Lyg'tren. That will be too much for them. Careful what you do. Your picture may end up in the society news and then you lose your cover. For someone trying to keep a low profile, you are flirting with one of the hottest talk items that Coruscant society has seen in a long time."

Qui-Gon nodded his head a little. "That makes it even more interesting. I haven't sought her out. She has approached me both times. The first time I can understand. It was mere coincidence. The second time…"

"You think she's up to something?"

"I'm convinced of it. Lady Lyg'tren…is a woman of mixed feelings. She wants me to meet someone who she says can help me."

"Oh? And how does she know so much about what you are up to?"

"I've wondered that myself Finis. She seems quite interested in what I am doing."

"Is that what you Jedi really do?"

"No. Not at all," Obi-Wan huffed. "If that's the picture that people are getting of Jedi because of this group…. Well…they ought to be…banned or something. Jedi only use their power for defense, never for attack."

The fair woman couldn't quit smiling…but they did have other concerns. "Did you recognize any of those people?"

"No. I didn't. Were you able to get any of those names down when he started introducing the members to you?"

"Yes. Excellent recall…and a recording device," she grinned. "I got all the names. You have the names of Yalla's workers?"

"Yes. I'll bring it along tomorrow and we can compare. Do you mind if I borrow some more of your data tapes…now that you've seen I can be trusted with them?"

"I suppose. What are you interested in?"

"I'd like another look at some of that personal data on Yalla and his assistants."

"Sure. There are some other things on the same tape. Just some papers we found and entered the data here…just because it was unused space. Don't know if it will be of interest to you or not."

"May as well have a look while I'm at it."

"All right. I'll get it for you when we get to the station." She tried not to laugh. "They were trying to see how your braid was attached?"

Obi-Wan sighed. "Yes. They thought it was fake." Satay laughed. "Hey, it wasn't funny. That hurt." He rubbed the area behind his right ear.

"Your master is going to be really disappointed to hear that you are going to have to take dueling lessons. You mean you can handle a light saber…but not a stick?"

"My moves were good and my defense correct. They are the ones who don't know what they are doing," he retorted in a sour tone.

"What are you doing here? Didn't you go home last night Jedi boy?"

The apprentice got to his feet at once, oblivious to everything…including the hated nickname. "I found something on this tape last night…in that other data. A name that means something to me…Gera."

Satay pushed past Obi-Wan and dropped a paper bag with her breakfast and a fat briefcase on her desk. She sat down and said, "Gera? That's important?"

"Yes. It is. Gera is the person who was responsible for the attack on Master Qui-Gon and myself on Jabbot."

"Whoa! Slow down. Here, sit. Now tell me…what are you talking about?"

The apprentice dropped into a chair and drew in a deep breath. He told about the visit to Jabbot for testing children and how the villagers attacked them. He described how the villagers managed to capture Qui-Gon and tortured him to try to get him to confess selling children as slaves.

"Wow," she replied quietly at the end of the story. Maybe she should re-evaluate what she thought of Jedi. "You said Gera was responsible for that?"

"Yes. I never saw him…not really. I had a glance of him at night by dim light. But they called him Gera. It appeared as if he had…some kind of control over their leader. He walked behind Gera, head down. Didn't speak much. Anyway…there is a connection between Gera and Yalla. It makes sense too. Gera obviously has something against Jedi and Yalla has an interest in Jedi…or at least in two he tried to kill."

Satay fell back in her chair. Her mind was racing to tie everything together. She forgot about Obi-Wan and everything else around her. She knew the name Gera also and was sifting back through all she had read to place the context of it…and tie that with what Obi-Wan had just told her.

The padawan saw his companion's eyes glaze over and she seemed to go into a different world. Something he said had keyed her memory that was clear. He waited for the investigator to speak…but she did not. He could wait no longer to find out what was causing such a strong reaction.

"Satay. Satay."

Slowly she became aware of a sound and someone shaking her. "What?"

"What is it? What do you know?"

"That name Gera." She pulled herself up to the computer and began a search of a database. Impatiently she tapped her fingers on the desk until the information came up. "Look at this. Gera is an alias for Yalla."

"What?" Obi-Wan almost shouted. Then he came closer to see the screen for himself.

"Look. It has to be. The ID for the two of them is identical…except for the name. Gera and Yalla are the same person."

Obi-Wan stood straight and thought of the implications. He clenched and unclenched his fists as he tried to control his anger.

"So," Satay said, "Yalla is responsible for almost killing four Jedi instead of two."

Images flashed through the apprentice's mind. Jareel lying in a hospital bed. Daven in dirty tattered clothes and arms bandaged. The rush of a crowd on Jabbot…and their vicious attack on him. And all the horrible images and feelings of Master Qui-Gon's torture…the burns and beating. It all flew by in a flash of seconds. Strong emotions threatened to overwhelm the padawan. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and drew in a slow deep breath.

"Hey, are you all right? You need a break?" the woman said quietly.

"I think I do need…a quiet minute or two." He walked out of the cubicle.

The apprentice walked into the restroom and was glad to find it empty. He needed a quiet place to think. Yalla and Gera…one and the same. Now that he realized this, he needed to try to remember what he had been able to learn of Gera. It would add to the profile of Yalla. He actually knew little of him, seeing him only from far away at night. Most of what he knew came from what Qui-Gon had told him. The creature had visited the Jedi master once during his torture. However, Qui-Gon had been only semi-conscious and didn't have strong recall. But there was one thing he had been very aware of. Gera had used the Force to choke Qui-Gon. Even the Jedi's muddled brain had registered that experience. It was hard to forget the pain and the temporary inability to draw in a breath.

Obi-Wan's heart raced. Yalla was Force sensitive! He was more dangerous than a common criminal. They were dealing with someone more powerful than a mere research scientist. A Force user…. That must also have to do with his interest in AAM. Could it be he was looking for more than just Jedi wannabes? These people who wanted to play Jedi…could they be somewhat Force sensitive? Is that what drew them to a group that may give them the opportunity to use their ability? Yalla was gathering a group of Force users to fight with him? Against whom…the Jedi? Is that why he was trying to kill them?

The questions and implications chilled the apprentice to the bone. Now more than before, it was important for him to be focused and attentive. He had to find out all he could. And he couldn't let his anger blind him. This was much too important. He closed his eyes and began breathing deeply to control the feelings that were welling up in him over this revelation.

"You OK?" Satay said as Obi-Wan walked in and sat down.

"I'm fine," he replied quietly. Then he seemed to become a different person. With a confident and determined air he said, "So we need to be also looking for someone named Gera and not merely Yalla."

"It seems so. You don't know why he has made himself the enemy of the Jedi?"

"No. That's what I've been assigned to find out. Could there be other aliases? Yalla's background is clean. What about Gera's?"

"I'll get someone to check into that. Hold on a minute." She turned to her comm panel and put through a request for a background check. "I'll send you the data file I have on him. Yeah. Here it comes. Call me as soon as you find out anything. This is urgent. Thanks." She turned back to the apprentice who seemed lost in thought. In reality, he was still fighting for focus. "Did you bring that list of names?"

"Hmm? Yes, here it is."

"All right. I transcribed the names from that meeting last night. Let's see if we have any matches." She placed the two lists next to each other. Each AAM member that didn't match the list of Yalla's workers was crossed off. And then…there it was…a match.

"Lohran Maase," Obi-Wan said quietly. "The name is on both lists. Why would he continue to use the same name?"

"And he wasn't just a member," Satay pointed out. "He was their fight instructor."

"He learned from Yalla," the apprentice said. "The AAM contact we spoke to on Charon said that Yalla taught all their people. Yalla taught Maase…and he was teaching others."

"Since all the people in that lab on Charon apparently left with Yalla, I think we have to assume whatever he was doing is being continued by this Maase person. All we know is that he's on Yalla's list. He may not have been on Charon when you were. He may not think we have a reason to be looking for him. Or…Maase could be an alias. Yalla wants to kill Jedi…and he is running a group that attracts people who want to be Jedi."

Obi-Wan needed to lead Satay away from that for the moment. She didn't understand what she was dealing with. The woman had no respect for Jedi. She would have no respect for Yalla's ability. It might even make her more determined to bring him in. For the moment, he didn't want her to know Yalla's Force sensitivity.

"I suppose there may be a connection…but it's probably just a coincidence."

"Are you kidding Jedi boy? It screams for attention."

"Well, let's leave that for a minute. I think we have something a little more pressing. We need to talk to Maase."

"Yes," she agreed readily. "He might decide to take off. We need to get to him. Let me see what I can find out about him…where he works, where he lives. We'll take along backup. If he is a…pupil of Yalla's, he may be as dangerous as his mentor."

"It took long enough," Satay complained loudly when she finally got the report on Maase.

"Can't help it," the man who delivered it replied. "He's not a resident. Hasn't been on Coruscant long. When we have to look through transient information it slows things down. You know that." He shrugged and walked out.

"Lohran Maase," she read. "Arrived six months ago. When did all this other stuff with Yalla and Jabbot take place?"

"It's been since then. He must have left Charon before Master Jareel went there. Could it be he doesn't know what happened on Charon?"

"Depends on how expendable Yalla considers him. If the good doctor wants to hang someone else's butt out to dry to take attention off him then he might keep this guy in the dark. If Maase is one of his good fighters, then he may know more than we do about what happened on Charon."

Obi-Wan looked over her shoulder. "Do we know where he is right now?"

"Says he works as an administrative assistant for the senator from Charon."

"Hmm…do you think that the senator is involved too?"

"Well, it's not out of the realm of possibility, but I rather doubt it. I don't think a politically smart senator would have someone like this working so openly for him. On the other hand, Maase may be trying to use his position for…whatever Yalla is up to. Information, influence. Who knows."

"Are we going to go talk to him…at the senate building?"

Satay grinned wickedly. "I think they could use a little excitement over there. The chief may not like it, but I have probable cause. I'd rather not wait the day until he goes home. If Yalla can disappear so suddenly, Maase probably can as well. Let me get things in order for us…and someone to back us up if he decides to bolt. Then we'll go speak with Mr. Maase."

Obi-Wan smiled in spite of himself. He was beginning to like Satay.

The security officer and the Jedi apprentice entered the reception area for the senator from Charon.

"May I help you?" the secretary asked.

"Yes, we need to speak with Lohran Maase," the petite woman said.

"Mr. Maase is quite busy at the moment."

"We'll wait. It is important."

"Very well. You may as well have a seat. It may be awhile."

Satay walked across the room but did not sit down. That indicated a willingness to wait…as long as she could be held off.

Obi-Wan followed. He whispered, "Are we just going to wait?"

"Look Jedi boy. I understand you may have some personal feelings here, but Maase has done nothing wrong…at least we have no proof of it. I can't just break his door down and drag him out. You read too much."

The reproof was severe and made the apprentice question himself. Was he letting his personal feelings get in the way of his objectivity? Obi-Wan thought he'd won that battle. It may be true that he had…but the war wasn't over. He started to sink to the sofa but his companion grabbed his arm.

"Don't sit down," she hissed. "That makes it look like we are willing to wait. If we pace and bother the secretary then if his business if not so important, she'll get us in there. She won't be able to stand putting up with us for long. Now pace."

Obi-Wan walked one way and Satay went the other. They kept it up and looked often at the chrono on the wall. After only a few minutes, the investigator politely asked, "Do you know how much longer it will be?"

"No I don't. Won't you please have a seat?"

"Thank you…but I'm the impatient type…can't sit still." She smiled and began walking again.

The secretary tried to turn her back to the pair, but was unable to and still work at her computer. Satay added a cough and throat clearing to her other actions. Then she began to shorten the interval between the sounds. She could see the secretary tense every time she did it.

"Excuse me I hate to bother you again…"

"I really don't know how long it will be. If you'd like to come back later, I could…."

"Oh no. This is important. We don't mind waiting."

"Cough," she whispered as she passed Obi-Wan. He looked at her in confusion. She looked exasperated and demonstrated while she pointed to the secretary's back. The apprentice nodded and coughed noisily. Satay yawned loud and stretched while she groaned. Then she began pacing again. After about five more minutes of this, the frazzled woman stood and walked to a door. After a couple of minutes, she came back out.

"Mr. Maase will see you now."

"Thank you," the investigator said sweetly as she walked past.

The man stood and looked at the pair. In a firm voice he said, "I am a very busy person. My secretary says you have important business with me. Who are you?"

"I am Ariel Satay with the security force," she showed her ID. "This is Obi-Wan Kenobi."

"We met last night," the apprentice said with an extended hand.

Maase did not offer his hand. "I remember." The apprentice sensed the tension that suddenly overtook the man. "What is it you want?" he said quietly

"We just want to ask you some questions," Satay said.

"Very well," he replied as he sat. "Ask."

Satay and Obi-Wan took seats. "You've only been on Coruscant about six months. Is that correct?"

"Yes," he said in a flat tone.

"Before that you lived on Charon?"

"Yes."

"Can you tell me who you worked for on Charon?"

"I worked in the government of my planet. I was a member of the budgetary subcommittee that awards government grants."

Obi-Wan involuntarily drew in a breath. He was glad it didn't make much noise.

"How long have you been a member of AAM?"

The man looked confused. "That is irrelevant, isn't it? That's outside my work, which is what I thought you were interested in."

"Humor me," she smiled.

"For a short time. I'm not certain exactly how long." He couldn't entirely hide his unease.

"Did you belong to AAM on Charon?"

If there were any doubts about where her questions were leading, they were quickly being dispelled. Now Maase was very upset. Obi-Wan could easily sense it. The administrative assistant knew they could verify his job on Charon…but could they verify this? If he intended to try to maintain an air of innocence, he couldn't afford to be caught in a lie.

"Ah…yes, I did."

"Then you knew Dr. Yalla. He was president of the chapter there, wasn't he?"

"Yes. Yes, he was. I knew him only as well as the meetings and our demonstrations allowed us to come into contact. I only know any of the AAM members…here and on Charon…casually."

"I see. Is he the one who taught you to duel?"

"Yes, but he taught all of us. He was the one who started the chapter. For a long time he was the only one who knew how."

"Really? How do you know the history so well when you said you had only been in AAM for a short while?"

Maase's heart sped up. "Well…just talking with others…who had been there longer than I? May I ask what all this is about?"

"Just a couple more questions and then I'll be glad to answer all yours," Satay replied firmly. "Did you ever work for Dr. Yalla?"

"Work for him? No, of course not. I told you I worked for the government."

"Did you ever receive money from him?"

How did she find that out! If she knows, how can I lie about it? I'll make her prove it. "No. I did not. What are you implying?"

"I am conducting an investigation of Dr. Yalla. Your name came up in connection with his. That is why I am here. Thank you for answering my questions. I may be back with others. I would appreciate it if you would make yourself more available to me."

"Am I being charged with anything?"

"Not formally. However, I have probable cause enough to ask you not to leave Coruscant." The woman stood to leave.

Maase's mind was racing. Threaten her to make her back down? That would only make him look guilty. But did she have enough to make charges against him? He wasn't sure what to do. For now, maybe he should just keep his mouth shut.

"So, what do you think?" Obi-Wan said as they were walking out of the building.

The small woman walked over to the cruiser that had accompanied them. "Keep an eye on him. He may try to flee. If he does, pick him up. I should have papers soon." The she headed toward her own speeder.

"What are you going to charge him with?" Obi-Wan asked.

"For the moment all I can charge him with is an ethics violation. He was on the committee that Yalla was getting his money from and was receiving payment from Yalla. Conflict of interest. There may be more here, but we are still looking into that. I don't want to wait around on him though. He may take off like the good doctor did. If I get these papers so we can bring him in then he can't go anywhere while we complete our investigation."

"You need to confirm his position on that subcommittee first though, right?"

"Yes. That one thing's holding me up. It should be easy to do though. When I show that and our record of Maase being on Yalla's payroll to the chief, he'll be ready to come and get this guy himself," Satay grinned.

Maase was still sitting at his desk. He was trying to calmly think this through. I have to get out of here. They know too much about me. And that may mean they know something about Yalla. I can't afford to try to contact him. I'll have to get out on my own. But…I'll bet there's someone watching for me to leave. I need help. First, let me see if my escape ship is ready then I can find someone to try to sneak me out of this building. If her eyes are outside the building that should work. If they are inside…maybe if I can just get out of this building, I might be able to disappear into a crowd…at a mall…or some place like that.

The administrative assistant made a call on a special frequency. A code word sequence was passed and the man on the other side said simply, "It can be ready in about ten minutes." Maase stood and walked out of his office. To the secretary he said, "I'm going down the hallway for a conference. I should be back in about an hour." Let everyone think he was coming back. Then he stepped into the corridor.

"Oh Mr. Reol, I'm sorry. I didn't see you."

"It's quite all right Mr. Maase. You are in a hurry."

"Yes, I am. Um…are you busy at the moment?"

"No. I'm between meetings right now. Is there something I can do for you?"

"Well…it's a big imposition, actually."

"If I can help, I would like to," Qui-Gon replied. "I am just waiting now and besides you went out of your way to get me in to talk to the senator. I am grateful." And I am supposed to be making friends to find out information. How better to make friends than to do favors? Must be something important as nervous as he is.

"I need a lift to the spaceport. I told you it was a big imposition."

"Not at all. My speeder is in the parking garage."

"I really appreciate this Mr. Reol. I will mention your help to the senator. I am running an errand for him and he will be most happy for your assistance."

"Thank you. My pleasure to be of help."

"Oops. I dropped something." He leaned forward to look in the floor of the speeder just as it pulled out of the parking garage. "Now where did that go?"

"Damn!" Satay swore. They had been sitting in the reception area since around lunchtime. Now people were beginning to trickle out at the end of the business day. She turned to the secretary yet again before she could leave. "You're sure he said nothing else?"

"That's all. Really. He told me he would be back."

"If you are helping cover up something, I'll have you too," she snapped.

"I'm not. I'm telling you the truth," the woman shrank back in fear.

Obi-Wan pulled Satay back. "Take it easy. You're letting your feelings get in the way."

The small woman pulled away from him. "Hands off Jedi boy! Don't interfere or I'll have you for impeding an arrest."

He fought back his anger. "You're not thinking straight on this."

Satay stomped out of the office. She said nothing. They went down the lift and she hurried over to the car where two officers had been sitting all day.

"He's gone. I thought I told you to keep an eye on him."

"We've been here all day. We didn't see him leave the building."

"Are you sure?"

"We watched every vehicle that left. We didn't see his…or him leave with anyone."

"Someone smuggled him out. Someone inside is working with him." She slapped the top of the vehicle. "We've lost him."

"Are you sure?" Obi-Wan asked. "Maybe someone saw him at the spaceport."

"Do you really think he'd be so thick to walk in and buy a ticket if he was fleeing…after being sneaked out? If he left the planet, it was in a small transport and I'm sure his name appears on no manifest. Smuggled out."

Qui-Gon parked his speeder in the parking garage and got out. He tugged at his collar and smoothed his clothes. He looked down at them and shook his head. Red this time. At least it wasn't bright red, more toward burgundy. It suddenly occurred to him that Finis was picking out all these clothes for him…but he hadn't really noticed what the chancellor wore. Did he really wear all these bright colors and odd fitting things? He would have to pay more attention.

The Jedi master ascended to the penthouse on the top floor of the building. He exited the lift car and it was immediately obvious where the reception was. An open door, quiet music, and the sound of many conversations mixed together. He walked to the door. A tall man stopped him and asked to see his invitation.

"I don't have an invitation. However, Lady Lyg'tren did ask me to come. If you would just ask her…"

"I'm sorry sir. If I allowed everyone in who said that, there would be more uninvited guests than invited."

"I'm not asking you to allow me in. I'm merely asking you to inquire of Lady Lyg'tren…"

"She's very busy with her guests. If you refuse to leave, I will be forced to call building security."

Qui-Gon turned and started to walk away when he heard, "Mr. Reol!" He looked toward the familiar voice. Allia was hurrying to the door. "It's all right Fa. I invited him." She pulled the Jedi into the room. "I'm so sorry. I was afraid that would be a problem. I really should have made better preparations. I've been trying to keep an eye on the door."

"You needn't apologize. I understand. I'm sure you have reason for someone to check your guests. It is a good idea."

"You don't have to worry about your obligation tonight. I don't think we have room to dance with all these people here," she laughed lightly.

"Then I will have to make it up to you at another time."

"I will hold you to that Mr. Reol. Now, you must come and meet my guests."

That was what the Jedi had been waiting for. Which guest did she particularly want him to meet? He was already aware of many eyes staring. If attending a reception at the senate building was bad, this was worse. A much smaller area. A new arrival was noticed instantly. It seemed as if everyone were watching…and he could sense some people easily, so intent were their thoughts. It almost gave him a claustrophobic feeling. For a split second, he was back in the small cave on Xanxadan, crawling on his stomach…and feeling as if the walls were closing in. At once, he pushed the thought away and refocused.

Lady Lyg'tren hung onto his arm and guided him around the room. Small gatherings were scattered about the apartment. The hostess would stop and introduce her "new friend" and go on about him…much to Qui-Gon's chagrin. He tried to handle the attention and gushing with grace and humility. The Jedi master desperately wanted this to be over…and when would he meet this person? The tall man was becoming weary of all this and had almost quit listening to names as he was introduced until one name screamed for his attention.

"Mr. Reol, this is Fiora Naern."

A slim young woman stood before him. She had olive skin and hair so dark that it shined in the refracted chandelier light. Fiora seemed a jolly girl with a big smile and gleaming eyes.

"I'm most happy to meet you Mr. Reol. Allia has told me much of you."

Qui-Gon glanced at his hostess wondering just what she had told. Lady Lyg'tren's face was unreadable.

"It is an honor to meet you Ms. Naern," he bowed.

"I believe the two of you can talk at that table over there. It's easily seen so that no…unfounded talk will be generated. Yet, it is removed enough…and near the music so that I don't think anyone will hear you." Allia turned and walked away.

Qui-Gon was uncertain what was expected of him. This whole thing was mysterious to him. Fiora turned and walked at once to the table. The knight drew in a breath and turned to follow.

"Mr. Reol, Allia tells me you are interested in Hora."

"Um…no more than anyone else I suppose."

"That's not what she tells me."

"What exactly has she told you?"

"That you have more than a passing interest, that she would like to help you…and that you may be able to help me."

"Help you? How can a simple businessman help you?"

"I'm not certain. Allia didn't tell me that, but she assured me if I were honest with you that you could help me."

"Honest about what?"

The young woman took a glance around the room. She lowered her voice as much as she could and still be heard. "I know there is talk going around about Senator Norr and I. I must tell you it is true." She watched for a reaction. There was none…no visible reaction that is. Inside Qui-Gon had quite a reaction.

"I don't know what you know about me, Mr. Reol. I am…involved with Uran Hiraa. I'm sure you have heard of him." The Jedi master merely nodded. "Uran found out about the senator and I. He said this could work to his advantage…that he could use Norr now and encouraged me to keep seeing him. I'm scared Mr. Reol. Uran is very jealous. He finds me useful for the moment, but when the senator is no longer of any use to him…I think he will find me no longer of any use."

"This is a…very interesting story. This is what Lady Lyg'tren encouraged you to tell me?"

"Yes. She said if you knew what was going on, it would help you and you would help me." There was a pleading look in her eyes. "Is it true? Can you help me? Please don't give me false hope. I knew what Uran was when I got involved with him. But he has always taken good care of me. I never worried about anything. For the first time since I have known him, I am afraid of him."

Allia came up at that moment. "Are you two getting along? Can I get you anything?" The statement was to both, but her eyes were studying Qui-Gon's face.

"Ms. Naern, would you be willing to repeat this story to someone of…higher authority?"

"I have only one condition…my safety."

"That is what I have in mind. I can't guarantee your safety, but I can get you in to talk to someone who has more authority than I do. Someone who is looking for exactly the information you have told me. We must be realistic however. As far as Hiraa's influence extends, I don't think you can expect to just tell your story and walk out a free person." He paused to think. "You may have to move far away from here, take on a new identity. Even if Hiraa is stopped, we can't be certain that one of his men might not come looking for revenge."

"Don't you worry about that Mr. Reol," Allia assured him. "I know where she can go so that she will never be found."

He started at that statement. "Oh? Excuse my Lady Lyg'tren, how do you possess such knowledge?"

"You forget my father was a powerful…and knowledgeable man. I have inherited his businesses. I have learned…much."

"It would seem so. Refinement does not come without knowledge of intrigue."

She smiled. "Indeed."

Valorum looked sleepy eyed, but this was worth missing sleep over. He not only found out what he wanted…but much more. Fiora told of Hiraa's plan to blackmail Senator Norr…not only with charges of adultery. With his girlfriend at his disposal, he could invent many other situations. Such as having Fiora claim that she was on Norr's payroll…to pay her off to be quiet about their relationship. She could claim Norr was using her to line up girls for all his friends in the senate. Hiraa had quite a number of things he was threatening the senator with. All he had to do was to buy, sell, or connive as many votes against the Hora bill as he was able to. And Hiraa was giving him incentive. Norr could "work off" the false charges with each vote he came up with. It was a much more involved scheme than Valorum had dreamed. It had the potential to reach deep into the senate.

Guards were all over his office and the floor his office was on. The chancellor listened intently and asked many questions. He was recording the conversation and Myar was his witness and back up transcriptionist…in case the recorder didn't work. Chief Harlo and a couple of his men were in attendance as well. Not only did the senate crimes fall in his jurisdiction, but his undercover operatives would be interested in this information as well.

Qui-Gon sat at the opposite end of the room and listened to the entire confession. He idly wondered how powerful Hiraa was and where Fiora would be safe. That was not his responsibility however. He was certain Finis would do all in his power to protect the young lady…especially since she was being of such tremendous help to him. The Jedi master had met his obligation in this assignment. He was glad that the source of the blackmail had been found and brought to light. Also, he had to admit that he was glad that this charade he'd been perpetrating was over as well. It was hard to forget the strong and evil things he had sensed during his investigation. A reprieve at the temple to restore himself would be most welcome. Even as tired, used, and dirt covered as he felt, he still felt satisfaction over a job brought to completion.

The following morning Qui-Gon went early to the senate building. Finis had asked him to come so they could tie up a few loose things…and so he could return the hated outfits. The Jedi master sighed contentedly to be back in his comfortable Jedi clothes.

Having bid the chancellor goodbye, Qui-Gon exited to the corridor. He would be returning to the temple at once.

"Master Qui-Gon."

The Jedi turned toward the familiar voice. He bowed. "Good morning Lady Lyg'tren. You are out early."

"Yes. I had…heard you would be by this morning and I wanted a quick word with you."

He looked along the corridor. "There is a conference room just this way…if it is not occupied."

"Most likely not this hour. You know how late those receptions run," she smiled. The regal woman entered and seated herself on the edge of a chair. Qui-Gon sat across the table from her. "I wanted to thank you for helping Fiora. She's still so young. I had hoped to find someway to help her out of her…dilemma while she yet had the opportunity to turn her life around. I didn't want her to be like…" her voice trailed off.

"You are most kind to be so concerned about her," Qui-Gon replied.

"I do hope you understand now why I was so secretive about my dealings with you. Had I openly asked you…in that atmosphere about Fiora…with all those ears listening…"

"I quite understand Lady Lyg'tren. You don't need to explain." He paused. "Chancellor Valorum seems to think that you and he have found a safe place to hide Fiora."

Allia smiled. "Yes. There are many worlds Master Qui-Gon and Hiraa doesn't operate on all of them. We are going to hide her not in the wilderness of the galaxy, but in the crowd of it. She will not be far from Coruscant. They say there is safety in numbers. I think she will be safe. I have a business there. It's well to do…but low profile. My father tried to help this planet get its economy back on its feet as they say. This business has housing for the workers on the grounds with the factory. And it is well guarded." What she was not telling him is that is where Tylo was currently. And Tylo's influence far outweighed that of Hiraa. Yes, Fiora would be safe where Tylo was. "You look doubtful Master Qui-Gon. Believe me, I would not allow my friend to go where I think she would not be safe."

"I must defer to your judgement Lady Lyg'tren. Yours and Chancellor Valorum's. I'm sure he will want to see to the young lady's safety as well."

"I'm sure." Allia paused and looked thoughtful. "May I ask you a question…since you have been looking so intently into the Hora issue?"

"Of course."

"My interest is entirely professional. One of my managers was looking into information about Answar. That is a small moon very close to Hora. He's always looking to expand our operations. There is mining concern on Answar. It's small…but has just been taken over by new owners who are modernizing and repairing the place. According to the information I was given, it was quite run down before this. I would think that interest in mining would extend to Answar also. Yet, no one has even taken notice. Also, no one from Answar has voiced an opinion about Hora. It's so close to them and they are much smaller. I would think they would be very interested in the Hora vote…and what its consequences may mean to them. But they have been quiet as well. It's very strange."

The Jedi master listened intently. That was strange indeed. But in his current situation, it was merely an odd occurrence. He wasn't sure exactly what this was about. "Excuse me Lady Lyg'tren. It is strange…but why are you asking me?"

"I just wondered if you had come across any information about Answar in your…intrigue?" she smiled.

"No. No one mentioned it at all. This is the first I've heard of it."

"Very well. I just wondered. The manager could come up with no other information either…and I just thought maybe if there was something more, you may have come across it." She stood and held out a small hand to the Jedi master. "Thank you again for all your help."

Qui-Gon stood and gently took the dainty hand. "It is I who should thank you, Lady Lyg'tren, for your help."

"Well, we have managed to help each other. I shall miss our intrigue…and our banter. You still do owe me a dance however," her eyes twinkled.

"I shall pay my debt. I'm not certain when I will be able to, but I shall pay it."

Obi-Wan had not had the chance to speak with Qui-Gon yet about his new information. However, after thinking more about it, he decided to act with out his master's advice. The apprentice knew it was the right thing to do.

"Well good morning Jedi boy," Satay said quietly. She was still steamed over Maase's escape…and her inability to find out anything about where he may have gone.

"Good morning Ariel," Obi-Wan replied and sat down without being asked. He ignored her glare and cut off the coming retort. "I need to talk to you. I didn't mention this to you, but you need to know. I've considered the possible consequences. Dr. Yalla is a Force user. I suspect that makes little difference to you, but he's more dangerous than we thought. I think it would be best if you backed off your investigation. If you provoke him to action with an aggressive investigation, your safety could be in danger."

The petite woman had listened carefully. "I'm not even Force sensitive and I knew you were keeping something from me. That's why I prefer working on my own. I don't have to worry about people keeping things from me. Why didn't you tell me? You're concerned about my safety? It's a given in this job that no one is safe. I'm not worried about it. Yalla is dangerous. So are many others I have brought in or investigated. He is guilty of some serious things. I will not back off. I have been assigned a job…and I intend to do it to the best of my ability."

Obi-Wan studied the hard, determined face. "Very well. If that's the way you feel, perhaps I should talk to Chief Harlo. He has a more realistic view of Force users…and more appreciation for what they are capable of."

"No. You will not talk to him. This is my case…assigned to me by him. I can do my job Jedi boy…with or without your help. Probably better without. I don't need you looking over my shoulder…or Harlo baby sitting me."

"All right. You do what you feel you must…and I'll do what I feel I must. But you will probably get little cooperation on further investigation." That's the only way he knew to slow her down.

"I don't need it. I have all I need already. It's just a matter of digging through it and putting it together."

The apprentice stood. "Ariel…and I'm not trying to be insulting…don't be rash. You really don't appreciate what you are up against. You seem to think that being clever can overcome his power. It can not. I…"

But she cut him off. "It can't, eh? Well…what about these Jedi…Jareel, Daven and Qui-Gon…and you. All of you Force users weren't able to overcome him. I think that makes us about even…my cleverness against your power. I have as much chance to stop him as you do."

The apprentice didn't want to get drawn into another of her arguments. He simply pushed on with what he had intended to say before she interrupted him. "I hope you will reconsider. I can't control what happens here, but I will do what I feel is right to protect you." He turned and walked out.

"I don't need your protection," she yelled after him.

When Obi-Wan got back to the temple, he began inquiring about his master's whereabouts. Qui-Gon was giving a report to Master Yoda. The apprentice left a message with Yoda's aide, asking Qui-Gon to meet him for lunch in the dining hall. Then he went down to the gym to work out a little. He was oblivious to all that was going on around him as he exercised. The padawan was still thinking about Yalla and what he had learned of him.

"Obi-Wan, where have you been?" Daven called out. "I knew you were still on planet, but haven't seen you."

"Busy with…some investigative work." He stopped what he was doing. "Daven, are you and Master Jareel going to be busy at lunch?"

"No, I don't think so. Is something wrong?"

"I have some information for you two…and Master Qui-Gon. I was going to tell him over lunch. Will you join us?"

"Certainly," the padawan's brow creased. He sensed…what was it exactly? Tension? Anger? He wasn't certain…but he was concerned.

Master Jareel and Daven had left the gym with Obi-Wan. They were eating and making small talk as they waited for Qui-Gon. The atmosphere was strained. They were anxious to know what Obi-Wan had to say. It was obvious his news was not good news. Trying to lighten the mood did no good. Every attempt only fell flat.

"A full house I see," Qui-Gon said as he walked up and sat down. He saw the faces and sensed unease. "Master Yoda's aide said you wanted to talk to me. Is something wrong?"

"Very wrong," Obi-Wan said. "You told me that this creature on Jabbot…Gera was a Force user."

"Yes. That's right. He demonstrated it to me." His dark eyes seemed to bore into Obi-Wan, seeking the answer to his question.

"I found out one important thing from the Charon investigation. Gera is an alias for Yalla. Yalla and Gera are the same."

There was complete silence for a long minute. Then Qui-Gon said, "Yalla is a Force user…and trying to stir people against the Jedi."

"Yes Master."

"You're certain that Gera and Yalla are the same?"

"Yes Master. I saw the records on Gera. It is the same creature."

"Well," the big blonde man said, "At least now we understand why he attacked Daven and I."

"Not entirely."

"But…more than we did. I knew no reason before. At least now I understand he has targeted the Jedi."

"But why?"

"That I was not able to find out Master," Obi-Wan replied.

"Hmm…could Yalla be an alias also? Is he a rogue Jedi maybe?"

"His records go back some time under the name of Yalla. School records, the universities he attended. I think that is his real name."

The group fell into silence as many thoughts flooded their minds. Every one at the table had suffered to some degree at the hands of Yalla. And…there was the wonder over this new threat…and the still unanswered…why? Why the Jedi?

At last, Qui-Gon broke the silence. "I suppose we should present this information to the council."

"Yes Master Yoda," Obi-Wan was saying. "I saw the information myself. It was taken from Yalla's lab. The identification for Gera is the same as that for Yalla. There is no picture of Gera…but all the physical characteristics are identical. Since it was in Yalla's possession, I must conclude that Gera and Yalla are the same…or twins."

"The one this is who Force choked you?" Yoda wanted confirmation.

"Yes, my Master. Gera is the one."

"Alarming this is. Attacking Jedi is a Force user. And apparently recruiting other Force users."

"He is also stirring up citizens against us," Qui-Gon reminded the miniature Jedi master.

"Hmm…." Yoda exchanged glances with Mace Windu who seemed equally upset.

"Already dispatched we have Jedi to Jabbot to investigate what happened there. More Jedi we will send to Charon. Continuing his investigation is Chief Harlo. All our resources we will use to find Yalla. Also find out we will his reason for the attacks. Other assignments you will be given." Jareel started to reply but Yoda cut him off. "For the best this is Master Jareel. Investigate this other Jedi will. Let you know we will what is discovered. May the Force be with you."

The four Jedi trooped out of the council chambers.

"Gah!" Jareel blurted out.

Qui-Gon put a hand on his shoulder. "You know they aren't going to let us go after Yalla…not after all we've been through because of him."

"Yes, I know…objectivity. Don't remind me. I'm just really beginning to learn how to deal with my feelings over Yalla instead of denying them."

"Oh? Part of your change because of Lamorah? Well…the good news is that you are learning to deal with it. That means you don't need the distraction of chasing Yalla right now. You know they are right."

"Aye, I know. I just need…to probably go meditate on my feelings and recenter myself."

"Sounds like a good idea to me. Perhaps afterward you could relax…by maybe going down to the crèche. You could work off your frustrations."

The big man's blue eyes twinkled. "Aye. That sounds like a good idea. Are you up for it Daven?"

"Oh yes Master," the padawan had missed it also.

The two Jedi started to walk away.

"Wait," Qui-Gon called out. "Aren't we included? You're not going to keep all the fun to yourself are you?"

"If you think you are up to it, old friend," the big man grinned.

"Old? We'll see which is the first to say 'enough'." Qui-Gon grinned. He and Obi-Wan hurried to catch up with their friends.

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