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"Focus." Cenden's voice echoed through Vis' mind.
The Force surrounding her weaved and danced in and out from between the kyber-orb that floated between her palms. It enveloped her in the familiar song of her guide; shifting with voices, and emotions of other worlds and other times.
The trick was getting the voices to separate.
"I can feel the vastness of what you're sensing. You need to hone in on the sound. You need to focus," Cenden's voice again echoed through.
Vis' mind worked and strained to pull at the streams of voices running around her, picking at the movement she felt like trying to untangle a knot, 'I've almost got it.'
"Focus, Vis."
'I am.' Vis thought pointedly.
"Focus."
"Maybe she could 'focus' if you stopped telling her to focus every ten seconds," Soron's voice suddenly cut in.
Vis' mind completely snapped away from her meditation, "Yeah Cenden!" she agreed, her freckles shifting to an irritated red as her eyes shot open and she looked up at the old Jedi from her place on the floor, "Since when has verbally telling anyone to 'focus' ever made it easier to focus? Why do people do that anyway?"
Cenden didn't even look up from what he was doing to shrug at their comments.
Vis sat on the floor of the medical room. She'd laid out in a circle around her the lightsabers she'd stolen from the Tiss'sharl black market. Also accompanying her meditation was the Jedi holocron and her kyber-orb.
In the medic room, Vis watched as Cenden move sluggishly about their ship's medical room. She'd also watched earlier as the old Jedi had reached out in the Force and had begun to sew Soron's leg gash back together... well she watched as much as she could stand to see anyway.
Cenden still didn't have enough energy to heal his own shoulder completely, so he still couldn't heal Soron completely as well. It just took up too much energy. He said he'd try to patch it up as much as he could, but he looked exhausted.
Soron now sat on the medical bench with one pant leg torn off and a mostly scabbed over cut that almost looked more painful than the open wound had been for him. Vis suppressed a shiver.
"If I'm telling you to focus then it's because I sense your mind wandering," Cenden explained after a long silence.
"Wandering is all apart of the journey," Vis almost instantly retorted with a Jedi proverb, which of course ignited a fierce eye-roll from the dear old man.
"And you're one to talk!" Soron butted in, "I'm all for teaching Vis to be a proper Jedi, but couldn't you do this when you're not trying to sew my leg back together with the life-force of the galaxy?"
"It's called 'multi-tasking'," Cenden grumbled as he started cleaning off two syringes full of bacta to help along with their healing process, "If Vis is really sensing something prior to our landing on Iego then we need to know the details and we need to be in fighting shape. Or some semblance of it at least."
Vis hated that she had to look away as Cenden injected the bacta into his shoulder. The fear of needles was something new to her, but she knew she needed to get over that fear. She needed to be stronger than that.
After Vis' talk with Lerti, the two of them had retired to their rooms to sleep. But, of course, the moment Vis' mind dipped below the rushing surface currents of her thoughts and into the peaceful sound of sleep below, she'd been dragged down into dreams. Dreams she hadn't had in a while. The kind that make you gasp for breath and desire to wake up even without the knowledge that you're asleep.
'Come find me! Come find me!'
The voice in her dream had directed over and over again.
She had been floating about in that dream, when the force of the dream became so urgent that it seemed to pull her out of the deep and into the sky itself.
She'd fallen from space and onto the planet Iego. She'd watched as the ground shifted in color beneath her feet and the wind had carried a song that was almost deafening. The sky was dark but filled to the brim with stars it almost seemed like the planet had a thousand suns… or a thousand moons.
And from the darkness in the crevices below her feet, a piercing cold loomed ominously, waiting to strike. Waiting to devour her.
And she'd remembered… She'd had this dream before. She just… hadn't known before where she had been. It was a dream she'd had as a child. It had awoken her from deep sleep to cry out for her mom to rescue her from what he knew was trying to eat her. The monsters beneath the earth of Iego.
Vis had awoken from this dream, a pang of sorrow she hadn't felt in a while that she had no one to cry out to… but that's when she heard the song. The repetitive voice playing throughout her dreams now echoed through the Force of the waking world. She'd crept out of bed and found the sound to be coming from the sack where she stored the collection of lightsabers. The sound then faded the moment she went rummaging through the sack. Gathering up the swords, Vis went and found Cenden who'd been on his way to treat Soron's leg before they landed.
Now she smoothed the crystal orb over in her hands, feeling a pull of urgency under its surface that she hadn't felt within anything since back at her time alone in the temple when the Force had alerted her to the crew's soon-to-be arrival there. She felt a strange sense of stress in the urgency of the call. Before, she'd been so ready and willing to go, but now that she had more experience, she felt less and less willing to answer this call.
"Ok! Everybody be quiet for a moment! I'm going to focus!" Vis instructed, to which Cenden and Soron ceased their bickering about… whatever they'd be talking about while Vis was wandering in her mind.
She closed her eyes and let herself drift back into the images of the dream. It had been such a fast blur of colors, sounds, and images. At some point it had turned dark, like she was underground, she was chasing after someone… or being chased. It was too much to sort out. Not to mention the deafening song.
'You could just tell me you know. Say what you want to say.' I thought to them. She imagined the Force giving her a shrug.
Vis picked through the sounds, the songs, the memories, sinking back into the Force and watching everything drift by. She could feel the lightsabers in front of her and the kyber within them resonating with the Force and connecting with the dream lurking in the deep of her mind. Finally, one saber suddenly cried out: 'Come find me!'
Vis breathed in sharply.
'A time now of old. An icy cavern, a droid, a pirate ship, and…' Vis focused on the feeling of the memories stored within this kyber, the last detail more of a trait than a vision. It felt like… confidence? Confidence in what?
Vis was suddenly pulled back into the world around her with a snort. She blinked and rubbed her eyes, she must've fallen asleep. She could've have been out for long because Cenden and Soron were still in the medical room, but she had no idea what they were whisper-yelling about.
"… Cenden, if even you felt her connection to the Force then we have to assume her involvement in Darius' attack wasn't a coincidence! She wasn't after Lerti, and she certainly wasn't Mandalorian. BX confirms she was trying to get into the ship! Why would that be if she didn't know something about what we're doing?" Soron argued.
Oh… yeah. That.
Vis squeezed her eyes shut and rubbed at her chest as she remembered that piercing feeling of cold she'd felt coming off of one of the bad guys when the attack had first started...
"Because, Soron, we don't even know what we're doing." Cenden objected stubbornly, "If she is after Vis' little treasure then maybe she'd be doing us a favor if she tried to take it so we'd at least know it's worth and/or purpose."
Vis frowned as she sensed some kind of string of emotions swirling about him. She took a deep breath in and sent her guide to wrap itself around him to which he quickly disbanded and shot a glare over at her.
"If you're trying to read me you should be less obvious about it," Cenden scolded, annoyed.
"Maannnn wassup wit chu?" Vis asked, sounding like someone from one of Chol's holo-net broadcasts.
"As fun and interesting as it is to watch you two," Soron said as he slowly rose up off the medical room's bed, "I need to call in for some information. Cenden's right. We don't know enough about what we're doing to know what kind of attention it'll attract. There have been rumors for some time about assassins trained by the Empire to take out Jedi survivors. It's been several years since I last heard anything recent but we can't be too careful." Soron warned as he turned to limp out of the room.
Vis noticed Cenden cringe at the mention of assassins.
"Hey! Don't worry about it! I'm pretty sure Cenden would win a Force-fight any day! He's awesome at fighting. Trust me! I've fought him before, remember?" She then reminded them with a wink.
"Ohhhh I remember," Soron chuckled, "Still doesn't mean we shouldn't be careful."
"Ey ey Capin'!" Vis said with a salute as she stood, "I'm going to go do something else now! Bye!"
Snatching one of the lightsabers from the ground Vis broke into a trot out of the medical room, 'I think I'm going to let them rest,' Vis spoke to her guide in her mind, 'We don't need them for whatever you have in mind do we?' The Force shook its head. No… she didn't need them at the moment. But she did need-
Vis was barely out the door when she suddenly spun around and ducked her head back in, "How long until we reach Iego?"
"I think we're only about two hyperspace hours out," Soron informed her.
"Ok! Cool!" Vis smiled as she again ducked her head out and went to go find her soon-to-be partners in crime.
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"SO!" Vis said as she suddenly burst into Nek's room, "Were they right or were they right?"
Nek jumped at her outburst and BX only quietly looked over from where he stood at the other end of the room. The girl stood there smiling hopefully with one of the sacks of random things she'd brought with her from her ruined temple home slung over her back.
The room glowed with a bright blue glow. BX stood with the kyber crystal orb in one claw and a lightsaber lodged in his chest compartment which Nek had modified sometime back. The image that was being produced from the droid's chest was also that of an orb, which was implied to be the planet Iego. The image could've been mistaken for a holo-projection if it wasn't so crisp in appearance. They didn't always use the same lightsaber in BX's chest to track the holocrons, of the several that Vis had taken from Tiss'sharl, this was the one that Vis had most recently heard singing. The sabers would take turns letting out a little melody and that would be the one they'd use.
Nek cleared his throat, looking embarrassed about jumping, "Uh, well, no? Actually? BX's connection hasn't picked up any sign of a holocron on Iego, not like it did back on Nar'Shadaa anyway."
"Awe, what!?" Vis said in disbelief as she let the sack fall and slam onto the floor, "But I was so sure this time! Are you sure it's even working?"
"I mean, maybe? But BX is able to pick up the signals of the holocrons at our coordinates just fine. BX entered the coordinates for Iego but we're not receiving a signal back from any devices like a holocron." Nek explained.
"Why are you so sure of this, Vis?" BX asked from beyond the glare of the glow coming from his chest.
"Because!" She huffed as she plopped down onto Nek's bed, "I had a dream of Iego when I was sleeping on the floor earlier." Vis went quiet as if that explained everything.
Nek sighed as he realized she didn't plan on continuing, "A few more details, kid."
Vis rolled her eyes in a similar manner to how she'd seen Cenden respond before, "When I first fell asleep, my guide was showing me all this stuff about Iego. They've never done that before, they normally just let me feel how the day is going to go overall. But I was getting a lot of weird imagery and sounds from the dream, like canyons and tunnels and things, and then I heard this person singing 'Come find me! Come find me!' So I assume that it has to be a holocron or something like that." Vis reasoned as if it was all so clearly logical.
"As far as we can tell, there isn't one on that planet. According to what I've heard from some smugglers I used to work with, the planet is known to harbor supposedly mystical beings known as the Diathim. The locals call them "angels", which I believe is some ancient term for "messenger", but I've never actually known anyone who's seen them. Maybe that has something to do with your dream? I mean… This is a whole planet you're talking about, and we're only going to one little spot on it for an hour tops." Nek explained as he crossed his arms.
"Hmmm, yeah, I was afraid something like that would be the case. An unknown target…" Vis said as she rose, her hands clasped behind her back. Nek guessed she was trying to look like some sort of military official, "So there's only one solution. I'm coming with you!"
"What!?" Nek suddenly objected, "No you're not!"
"Yes, I am! I was told to find 'me' so I'm going to find it! Whatever 'me' is. If we're only going to be there for a little bit, and we don't even know what we're looking for then I need to be there with you." She said as she stooped down to rummage in the sack on the floor.
"Vis, we were just attacked by Mandalorians and NOW we're going to be dealing with pirates! I don't think they're going to take kindly to us bringing along a 10-year-old."
"I'm at least 12… I think!" Vis countered as she grabbed a bundle out her bag, "And they won't know I'm 12 because I'll be wearing this!" She said as she plunked an old and cracked Jedi Temple Guard mask onto her head. "See? This way they'll never know! There's plenty of short people in the galaxy! And you can't see my freckles as much with my coat on! Plus, the mask makes it look like I'm some kind of bounty hunter who's gutsy enough to wear old Jedi parafenlia."
"You mean paraphernalia." BX corrected.
"Yeah, that!"
"No." Nek insisted, "Soron would kill us if you got killed and that's not how I want to go out."
"Come on! I was in that debriefing in Soron's room the same as you guys!"
"You said you were sleeping."
"Only a little bit for the last part I got the gist!" Vis debated as Nek continued to look unswayed, "I know that I'm not the best fighter yet, but I can take care of myself! My guide helped me deal with pirates and marauders back at my temple all the time! Trust me, they freak me out, so I really wouldn't be trying to sneak out if I didn't know that I needed to come along. Pllleeaasseee?"
"No," Nek remained resolute.
"But it would be your first real Force-mission with me!"
Nek became less-resolute.
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The cold winds blew orangey colored dust over the canyons and through the rocky spires of Iego. It was deceptively cold this high up on the ridge where The Raving Titan had landed. The planet's surface that stretched out before Vis looked as if it should be sweltering in the warm colors that made up the surface, but it was winter this time of year so instead of sweltering heat, the wind was piercing cold.
Vis was glad she was wearing her mask, not only to protect her face from the wind but also to hide her face from the eyes she felt watching.
'So this is Iego,' She narrowed her eyes at the scenery before her. On the flight in, Vis had learned (and seen) that this planet wasn't just known as "The Ship Graveyard" but was also appropriately dubbed "The Planet of a Thousand Moons". The entire planet was surrounded by small moons that reminded Vis of the crowds she'd been in on Tiss'sharl. There were thousands of chunks of rocks all bunched around the planet and honestly she wasn't sure why this was any different from the asteroid field they'd parked in. Vis had laughed and had told her guide that the detail about "the thousand moons" in her dream was a little too on the nose for a cryptic vision, but at least she'd gotten that part figured out. But there was something else.
There was something out there. A lot of somethings, actually. She'd sent her guide out to flood through the peaks and valleys, and she could feel plenty of things sensing the Force's presence, so instead of giving her a layout of the land her guide essentially became, less of a recon operative for her, and more of a messenger; announcing her presence to all who could listen to it. She remembered the detail Nek had given about "mystical beings" called angels on this world, and with what she was sensing, the rumor almost certainly had to be true.
So where to start? Should she go and find the angels? Follow along with Nek? What if she wasted her time here and missed out on whatever message the Force had been trying to give her?
Vis felt at the orb she had stowed away in one of her empty holster pockets as well as the singing lightsaber. She didn't have long here, so she simply had to trust that she was going to find it.
"Hey, Vis!" Nek called over from where he, BX, and the pilot Cholmon stood not too far away. They'd removed the singing saber from BX's chest and replaced it with another one from Vis' collection.
Vis bounded over, the temple guard helmet on her head sliding around a bit despite the straps she'd had Nek install on the back of the mask's head.
Nek stood near the edge of one of the cliffs, binoculars in hand. As she approached, he handed her the devices and pointed down into one of the canyons, "See down there a ways?"
Vis raised the device to her eyes and tried to aim them in the direction Nek was pointing. It was hard to see through the eye slots… But she eventually saw what he was pointing at.
An old shack, reasonably sized, sat built into the edge of the cliffside several hundred feet away from them. From what Vis could see, there were also several ledges that jutted out from the walls of the narrow canyon and parked along these ledges were a wide array of small ships and even speeder bikes. There were no large ships in the area as far as she could see, but those could be easily hidden along the canyon walls.
"Is that where we're heading?" Vis asked, trying to swallow down her hesitation.
"Yup," Nek said, grabbing the binoculars, "We don't have a speeder bike, so we're going to hike down. Chol's going to hide the ship nearby and if we get into trouble we're going to signal him to pick us up with these," Nek showed her a handheld comlink. "But for you, I have something a little extra. Chol, you should be paying attention too"
Nek took out a wrist comm that had been situated with what looked to be a holo-projector. He strapped this to her wrist and pressed a button to activate it. From Chol's pocket, a beeping sounded off as a notification that someone was contacting him.
The Mon-Calamari took out his device, looking a bit confused as a projection of Vis popped up in front of him.
To which Vis waved at tiny-her and began doing jumping jacks, watching the holo-projection copy her every move.
"Oh great…" Chol grumbled.
"Hey, Soron said that you were in charge of watching Vis for a while while we went on this mission and they rested up, so that's what you're going to do!" Nek argued slyly.
"No way am I getting involved in this. This will only end badly," Chol chuffed as he crossed his arms.
"Don't worry we'll watch over her! I have this thing set to be constantly transmitting so if you see anything bad happening to her, you know where to find her. There's a tracking device in the wrist comm linked to the ship's console in the cockpit. Plus, this'll mission will be good practice for her in the long run, and she said she needs to come along for some Force-thing so really it's a win-win." Nek continued.
Raising an eyebrow (or a scaly equivalent of an eyebrow), Chol remained resolute.
Nek sighed, "And I'll give you 50 credits."
Chol became less-resolute and completely complacent.
With a shrug and a nod, the large pilot turned to trudge back towards the ship. The small blue image of Vis dancing around could still be seen clutched in his hand.
"Alright," Nek breathed as he looked over the canyon trail that lay below them, "Here we go."
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Nek, BX, and Vis stood at the edge of a rickety old bridge that blew in-between the two canyons walls and which lead to the much-larger-looking shack of an establishment in front of them.
From here, Nek could hear the sounds of drunken laughter and glass being broken. He swallowed as it fully hit him just how bad of an idea this was. He looked over at Vis whose head was tilted as she appeared to be observing the scene before her.
It was all donning on him now… He was the one in charge.
As the engineer and self-designated "funny guy", Nek was not exactly used to being placed in positions of responsibility for other crewmates. And now he'd gone and done the most irresponsible thing of bringing their squishiest crew-member to a pirate bar built into the side of a cliff.
'At least it wasn't due to lack of caring.' Nek thought back to Cenden and Lerti's own "outing" with Vis back on Tiss'sharl.
Nek took a deep breath and took Vis by the shoulders, "Vis, I am begging you, for the love of the Force, do not speak or do anything that would remotely get you noticed, please."
Vis nodded but spoke, "I will try to keep close, but also know that if my guide needs me, I will follow them."
Nek groaned in worry and looked over to BX who was pulling the antigrav crates full of scrap metal along behind him, "BX, watch our six, specifically Vis' six. And Chol," Nek said as he grabbed Vis' wrist and talked directly into the device, "I know that's a one-way device on Vis' wrist but you'd better be watching us right now and not taking a nap or Soron will kill you too."
They began across the bridge. It swung precariously in the wind and creaked with every step. Vis had her head tilted upward and seemed to have her eyes trained on something above. Nek looked up and saw the gleam of a sniper rifle scope from the roof. His heart began to pound in his chest.
'Alright, I'm bailing. Just get in there and get the credits. Forget this Force-mission. In and out and back again. That's all you have to do. This was so stupid you stupid idiot.' Nek thought to himself.
As they walked into the shadow of the structure, the old door in front of them creaked open and the sounds that had originally been spilling out from within began to quiet. The whole building seemed to resemble a quilt made of wood and metal with windchimes hanging from just about every inch of the roof's rusted overhang.
Nek, BX, and Vis entered the space of a thousand grimacing faces. Of course, not literally a thousand, but to Nek, it might as well have been. The room around them was too small and too full of people with blasters and knives. There was no protecting Vis here. This was a mistake.
At the far end of the room looked to be a bar, if it could even be called that much. It was more like a plank of wood laid out across some empty barrels with a shelf or two of a few booze bottles. Around them, the sneering faces seemed to come from all angles. People sat at all manner of wooden chair and scrap heap tables playing sabaac, or other forms of gambling. There was one pair of pirates sitting near the back of the room watching something on the holo-net that Nek hoped Vis didn't pay too much attention to.
Crates were piled up around them with poorly done labels stuck all over their surface. Nek realized that there were even some people were sitting up on to the tops of the piles and now looked down at them from above.
There were more windchimes hanging from the ceiling even in here, and beams of light shone down from the cracks of splintered wood in the ceiling.
There weren't that many people there, probably this shift of the outpost was a whole ship's crew, but in the small space, there may as well have been hundreds. There was no place to hide, duck for cover, or run if the need came up. At the back of the room behind the stack of crates on Nek's right, there was a shadow possibly promising a hallway or tunnel to another part of the structure but he couldn't quite tell from here.
What he wouldn't give for Force abilities right now.
"Oi," one of the pirates, a man from Florrum with a few broken jaw horns addressed them directly from a stool near the bar-plank, "Who exactly are you lot? You're not Beebs' regular runners 'ere." The man twirled the knife about in his hands.
"Did she not contact you? We're the replacement runners, the last group got hit on their way to rendezvous with us." Nek responded, regaining some confidence in the face of confrontation.
"Is that so?" The Florrum pirate stood, his tattered blue shirt barely staying on his back as he began to shuffle drunkenly towards them. Nek didn't have to know the Force to sense the tension rising in the room. He stood his ground regardless.
"Ay!" A female voice suddenly barked from the shadowy corner of the room, out of Nek's line of vision, "Roff! He's tellin' the truth. Beebs sent word over yesterday not to kill the new guys comin' through 'ere. I told ya that!"
From beside him, he could hear Vis give a small, sharp intake at the sound of the woman's voice. It seemed as if BX looked over towards her too. Nek tried to shift to get a better look but from where he stood there was nothing to see.
"Ah, Ooni! You're ruinin' the fun!" a different female voice, this one from another Florrum native, piped up at her, "Roff's just playin' with em'!"
The woman, Ooni, gave no retort.
Roff gave a hearty laugh that washed over them and smelled like barf, "Ey, it's true. Figured you were the new runners, no one's stupid enough to wander in here unless they have to."
'You underestimate our powers of stupidity.' Nek thought to himself as he tried to smile warmly towards the staggering man, 'He can't be the one in charge? Can he?'
"Eyyyy," Roff breathed as he pointed at Vis, "Nice mask. Ooni knows some collector who'd pay a pretty sum for a relic like that. Can I buy it off ya?"
Vis shook her head and Roff looked as if he was going to argue when BX stepped in, "We're not here to trade. We're here to deliver."
Roff rolled his eyes, "Yeesh, rough crowd. How much do we owe you?"
"Beebs didn't inform us. She said you'd have the info sent to you." Nek explained.
The pirate was silent for a while as his drunken mind processed the words he'd just heard, "...Ooni? You know anything about this?"
By this time almost everyone had gone about their business as usual before, and as Roff turned to look back towards the corner where the woman had been he realized she'd gotten up and left.
'So there is a room back there. And Ooni must be the one in charge of this group.' Nek thought to himself as Roff walked confusedly back towards where she'd been.
"Ey Roff, leave the Capn' alone you nitwit. You offered to handle this trade-off so she could relax, but this is why she never lets you do it." a large burly Besalisk man called over to him from where the alien was playing a round of sabaac with an Ardennian. The two four-armed aliens each held two decks and seemed to be playing their own version of the game.
"Eh do ya know the amount or not?" Roff asked him with an irritated tone.
"Check the data log," the Ardennian waved back with one of his arms, "Should have Beebs' message log in there somewhere."
Nek breathed a sigh of relief as the attention was no longer on them, he looked over to check on Vis… And she was gone.
Nek sucked back in that sigh of relief as his heart rate suddenly spiked. BX grabbed his arm and leaned over to whisper to Nek, "Vis is fine. That woman who spoke earlier, Ooni, is apart of her dream somehow. She informed me that she would be right back and to wait for her while she went to see why. Do not make a scene unless necessary."
Nek nodded and slowly went to take a seat as he watched Roff trying to collect information from the data log.
"You want a drink?" another man from Florrum offered for near the bar.
"Yes please," Nek said as he pinched the bridge between his eyebrows.
This was a mistake.
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"It's confirmed: the one identified as an Imperial nurse is also a Force-sensitive, most likely a survivor based on his skill and lightsaber," Aemay gave her report to the Shadow within the hologram, "The target is well guarded. I believe it would be suicidal for me to continue this mission with a head-on approach."
"The Mandalorians you've acquired are not sufficient support?"
"Their vendetta is too personal. I've offered my services, but I fear to inform them any further of the complete scope of the plans will only endanger myself."
"What have you told them?"
"They are followers of the crumbled regime known as the Shadow Collective, or Crimson Dawn, from what I've been able to gather. I "informed" them that the Mandalorian they seek is harboring an artifact that is beneficial to their goals. Their leader seems to believe she's doing this on purpose out of spite. They also believe I am here to help them as I have an affinity to the one they've idolized." Aemay explained, gesturing to her horns.
The Shadow chuckled, "They worship a dead man. But I understand your logic. Use them only as you see fit."
"I've lost the target's trail again, but I believe I would do better to lure them out rather than hunt them. Mistress, do we have anyone in the field that could be of use to me?"
The Mistress of Shadow thought for a moment before reaching down on her console to bring up a profile in their database, "I believe we do."
"What should I do about the survivor?" Aemay asked as she glanced over the profile, "Should I kill him?"
The Mistress laughed, causing Aemay to fidget at the sound, "You really haven't put it together yet, little Inquisitor? No, don't kill him. Use him."