Chapter 7
Destiny stared at the datapad, still trying to register what her eyes told her. Why had she dreamed about a long-dead Jedi? Why had she called him her father?
Destiny stood up and walked back to her computer terminal.
Search: Destiny Solo.
She had to use the Level 6 password to gain access to more personal information, but soon enough she found government identification forms, school records, and then finally, her birth certificate.
Destiny Solo
Born 1-15-03 New Republic Era on Tatooine
Parents: Leia Organa Solo and Han Solo
She had been born on Tatooine. The same place as Luke Skywalker.
She turned away from the computer to grasp a paper on the other side of the terminal, and punched up the code on the paper.
"Tash? It's Destiny. I need you over here."
* * *
Tash Kilvian knocked on the door to the Solo residence. He knew it was old- fashioned, but he did not want to wake up Destiny's parents.
The door slid aside immediately, and Destiny quickly pulled him inside. "So what's this that required calling me at midnight on a school night?" he growled.
Destiny glared at Tash. "Do you want to wake the Vice Chancellor up at midnight? Shut up," she retorted acidly.
Tash returned the glare, but waited until Destiny had shut the door into her room before hissing, "This had better be good."
Destiny seemed to lose her confidence. She sat down on the edge of her bed. "I'm sorry Tash, I must seem so ridiculous." she trailed off.
"Damn straight you do," he exclaimed. Then he sighed. "But I suppose that's what friends are for."
Destiny cautiously looked up. "Tash, I need you to slice into my birth records."
"All right, you are ridiculous." He stood up and began to walk away, but Destiny grabbed his arm. He saw the pain in her laser-sharp azure eyes, and his next smart-mouthed comment died on his lips. He stood there for a moment with his mouth slightly open, before finally wetting his lips and finding his voice, "Okay."
Without echoing the questions yattering on in his brain, he sat at the terminal and began to work. "How careful should I be?" he asked. "How important is it to cover my tracks?"
"Very."
Grimacing, Tash worked for the better part of a half hour before he hit a wall. "Damn, need a level 6 access code."
Wordlessly, Destiny leaned over from behind him, covered his eyes, and tapped a few keys. Tash smiled at the irony of the situation. Destiny was having him break into Coruscant's database, but she didn't want him to know her access code.
"So what exactly do you want me to do?" he asked. "Change your birthdate so you can get into the good clubs?" He turned to face her.
Destiny looked him square in the eye. "I need to know if they've been tampered with," she said.
Tash whistled softly. "Your parents don't want you growing up huh?" he remarked.
Destiny looked pained. "Please Tash," she pleaded softly.
He turned back to the terminal and began to work. Government files were difficult to crack, but he was sure he could do it.
However, soon he realized that when the files were documents concerning the firstborn of governmental elite, they were even more difficult to do so. After an hour, Tash felt as if he had gotten nowhere.
Finally, he noticed something small: a tiny hole that perhaps he could uncover some information from. Soon, though, he realized that he was at a dead end. However, what he had found might help Destiny in some way.
He pushed away from the terminal and turned towards Destiny. She looked terrified, perhaps of what he hadn't found. Or perhaps what I did find.
He cleared his throat. "Well, I can tell you it's been tampered with. However, I can't tell what's been changed. Whoever did it was good. Really good." He stopped. "I hope I helped somewhat Destiny, but it's been a long night and we both have class tomorrow."
Destiny looked relieved, angry, scared. Her face was such a mess of emotions that Tash couldn't come close to comprehending what she was thinking. He reached over and squeezed her hand, and then got up and walked out the door.
Destiny stared at the datapad, still trying to register what her eyes told her. Why had she dreamed about a long-dead Jedi? Why had she called him her father?
Destiny stood up and walked back to her computer terminal.
Search: Destiny Solo.
She had to use the Level 6 password to gain access to more personal information, but soon enough she found government identification forms, school records, and then finally, her birth certificate.
Destiny Solo
Born 1-15-03 New Republic Era on Tatooine
Parents: Leia Organa Solo and Han Solo
She had been born on Tatooine. The same place as Luke Skywalker.
She turned away from the computer to grasp a paper on the other side of the terminal, and punched up the code on the paper.
"Tash? It's Destiny. I need you over here."
* * *
Tash Kilvian knocked on the door to the Solo residence. He knew it was old- fashioned, but he did not want to wake up Destiny's parents.
The door slid aside immediately, and Destiny quickly pulled him inside. "So what's this that required calling me at midnight on a school night?" he growled.
Destiny glared at Tash. "Do you want to wake the Vice Chancellor up at midnight? Shut up," she retorted acidly.
Tash returned the glare, but waited until Destiny had shut the door into her room before hissing, "This had better be good."
Destiny seemed to lose her confidence. She sat down on the edge of her bed. "I'm sorry Tash, I must seem so ridiculous." she trailed off.
"Damn straight you do," he exclaimed. Then he sighed. "But I suppose that's what friends are for."
Destiny cautiously looked up. "Tash, I need you to slice into my birth records."
"All right, you are ridiculous." He stood up and began to walk away, but Destiny grabbed his arm. He saw the pain in her laser-sharp azure eyes, and his next smart-mouthed comment died on his lips. He stood there for a moment with his mouth slightly open, before finally wetting his lips and finding his voice, "Okay."
Without echoing the questions yattering on in his brain, he sat at the terminal and began to work. "How careful should I be?" he asked. "How important is it to cover my tracks?"
"Very."
Grimacing, Tash worked for the better part of a half hour before he hit a wall. "Damn, need a level 6 access code."
Wordlessly, Destiny leaned over from behind him, covered his eyes, and tapped a few keys. Tash smiled at the irony of the situation. Destiny was having him break into Coruscant's database, but she didn't want him to know her access code.
"So what exactly do you want me to do?" he asked. "Change your birthdate so you can get into the good clubs?" He turned to face her.
Destiny looked him square in the eye. "I need to know if they've been tampered with," she said.
Tash whistled softly. "Your parents don't want you growing up huh?" he remarked.
Destiny looked pained. "Please Tash," she pleaded softly.
He turned back to the terminal and began to work. Government files were difficult to crack, but he was sure he could do it.
However, soon he realized that when the files were documents concerning the firstborn of governmental elite, they were even more difficult to do so. After an hour, Tash felt as if he had gotten nowhere.
Finally, he noticed something small: a tiny hole that perhaps he could uncover some information from. Soon, though, he realized that he was at a dead end. However, what he had found might help Destiny in some way.
He pushed away from the terminal and turned towards Destiny. She looked terrified, perhaps of what he hadn't found. Or perhaps what I did find.
He cleared his throat. "Well, I can tell you it's been tampered with. However, I can't tell what's been changed. Whoever did it was good. Really good." He stopped. "I hope I helped somewhat Destiny, but it's been a long night and we both have class tomorrow."
Destiny looked relieved, angry, scared. Her face was such a mess of emotions that Tash couldn't come close to comprehending what she was thinking. He reached over and squeezed her hand, and then got up and walked out the door.