CHAPTER 12
Chevacca was in his work study at the Temple trying to lighten the burden of identifying the Old Republic clones in assistance to Master Skywalker, when C-3PO, hailed the Wookiee's office. Chevacca had only spent half the day researching and he had already discovered many cloned historical figures that the Jedi held in stasis. Such remarkable individuals, the clawed being thought, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu, Shaak Ti and so many more.unfortunately there still were many more to identify. Then the high, well pronounced voice of the protocol droid beamed over the office's intercom. "Master Chevacca you have a transmission from the Arcus penitentiary Chief Warden Nell, he says he has a prisoner who is apparently willing to divulge information to Jedi graces." The great beast Jedi, groaned his words, not bothering to let the translator of his comm. system process his words for a droid meant to act as a translator itself. "Thank you 3-PO, please patch the Warden through to my study." Just as soon as he requested it, the image of a stocky, stern figured man appeared in open space beside Chevacca's desk. "Good day to you Master Chevacca." The Warden said in a calm, professional manner. "Good day to you Warden. It is my understanding that you have a prisoner who wishes to contact a Jedi in order to share some information. " he waited a moment as the warren awaited his translated feed. "In a nutshell Master Jedi." His face looked at a touch panel in his right hand. "About three days ago the prisoner Platog was brought under arrest, after his ship the 'Lucky Bantha' was discovered severely damaged, on route to the Umgul system. The Lucky Bantha has been wanted in over forty systems for its suspected connections in many smuggling activities, and several contracted bounty hunts." The brunette furred man, raised a paw to his chin in a show of attention to the details set before him, but he saw no connection in Nell's words. "I see, and what connections do we of the Jedi have to this.Platog is it?" "According to Platog a few weeks ago, he and his employer had assembled a fleet of other smuggling vessels that were to spring an ambush on one of your Jedi cruisers. The mission failed and his ship got stranded until a Republic scout picked him up." The fleet at Kamino! Chevacca's mind knew what he could only explain as an act of the Force, if this Platog could inform the Jedi of his employer he might find a connection that could lead to the unraveling of the Sith offensive. "Chief Warden, did Platog divulge any more information?" "No Master Jedi, but he is interested in a person to person meeting to discuss the matter in further detail." "Thank you Warden Nell, I and my associate Master Skywalker will be down to the penitentiary soon, please tell this Platog that we will meet with him." The Wookie then tapped the comm. panel on his desk, to deactivate the transmission as he rotated his seat face forward. "3PO, could you please inform Master Skywalker to meet me on hanger deck alpha?" "As you wish Master Chevacca." And with that said, the Jedi master calmly rushed to his transport vessel, so as not to waste another moment getting to Arcus.
Jiles walked straight to his private quarters aboard the Slave twelve, they were not to his best of preferences, but it served his purposes, all he really needed was a bed and a Holo-projector until his Sith destroyer made contact with the Slave twelve. As he made his way to the doorway, he used his dark side powers to simply force it open, and then again to shut it behind him as he awaited his Master's transmission. He bowed to one knee as the distractive image of Oiket's Master began to appear from the center of the floor. "How does your mission progress Master Oiket?" Her omnipotent voice filled the small room as the dark Lord addressed her disciple. "It goes well my Master." He raised his head, but kept his body bent down to the floor. "I and my new associates have infiltrated the Jedi temple using one of Fett's well placed androids to assist in the placement of several probes to locate your desired clones. But it will take time before we can uncover the one of your choosing my Master." He looked down once again, fearing his master's response. "The Jedi have yet to identify all the clones, and none of the replicas named so far are the one you requested, it will take time to find him." "Then you have best be haste before they do identify all of them." This befuddled the already unnerved Jiles. "If the Jedi discover which clone it is that we wish to obtain, they will be even more relenting in their pursuit for its return. Now go and seize him for the name of the dark side." "Yes my Master!" Jiles stood firm once more, then typed the transmission codes for the Sith destroyer into his holo-transmitter panel. A moment passed, and then the life-sized image of the Bretew arose from the floor where the master once did. "Bretew!" he exclaimed with a tone of blatant disregard "What is your current position in correlation to that of this vessel?" "We are currently twenty parsecs from your position heading at maximum speed." The holographic Nitko replied. "Good, we will need to prepare to go on the defensive should our mission become known to the Jedi. Do you have the full compliment of fighters and troopers on board?" "Yes Jiles, but I strongly disbelieve we could hold our own in Coruscantian space." Jiles knew this well fact was as the truth. "I understand, then see if you can amass a fleet large enough to meet that match, we must get this Clone for the Master, at any cost. Am I clear Bretew?" "Yes Jiles, crystal!" "Good, I'll expect the fleet to rendezvous at the Yag'Dhul system, should the Jedi discover our intentions, they we surely try to pursue us, in which case we will lead them to the fleet." "Very good, I will go now I have an army to raise." Bretew placed his claw over his heart. "For the Master!" and his image vanished. "Yes for the Master" Jiles remarked to a silent room as he returned to the Bridge of the Slave twelve.
It was the afternoon and still Dorshe' was lost in sleep. This had been the first time in a long time she got the chance to oversleep; she was going to take it. Her bed was soft, by touch and by appeal the silk sheets engulfed her body in the midst of her restless slumber. She could have laid there all day, and well into the next it weren't for the light of Coruscant's high noon sun glaring through her closed eyelids, and try as she might to protect them she yielded to the inhabitable fact that she needed to get up and pack. As her eyes eased open Dorshe' placed her hand over the bed's empty space next to her. The same space once shared by Pacres, this realization insulted her being. Everyday since their wedding night, Dorshe' would wake up to the find the beautiful man that was her husband lying next her, but he was gone now, and ever since his death she would still wake up, desiring to look into those steel violet eyes only to find nothing. At first, all she could do was cry, but Dorshe' began to open up her pain to the Force, letting it heal her suffering and that was when she discovered that she was pregnant. At the time it was a bitter-sweat gift the Force had granted her, Dorshe' had come to accept their son's conception as a divine right. At the time, she wished to tell no one of her condition, feeling it would raise concern for her and her unborn, in the field. Dorshe' wanted to help with the investigation of the incident that took her lover away from her. She can still replay that day in her mind, the day Pacres left for the mission from which he would never return.
It was raining, they were in the bedroom, Dorshe' preparing her reports for the Council at her small desk in the corner, and Pacres readying himself before he left Coruscant. "Dorshe'?" he asked her in his sweet voice, now only produced through the vivid limits of her own memory. "Dorshe' have you seen my sabre?" he approached her from behind, having a good idea, that she in fact knew the location of his weapon. "Maybe?" she playfully remarked. "Dorshe' you know very well I can't leave without my lightsabre." "I know!" she turned to look at him, his purple eyes diving into her silver orbs. "I don't want you to go on this mission I sense no good from it." "If I don't go, someone else will." He rested his knees to the floor space next to Dorshe's chair. "This isn't a small trade dispute the Jedi are being called into settle this time. If the rumors are true the Sith may return, and only the Force knows what they have been up to while they made home in the unknown-territory. We can't afford to send a Jedi taskforce in there without knowing what to find. That's why I agree with the Council's decision to send someone to scout ahead first, that's also why I volunteered for the mission." His words comforted her, but she couldn't suppress the feelings she received from the Force, not even for him. "Fine..." she murmured as she reached in her desk to pull out the small cylindrical piece of steel that was Pacres's lightsabre. "Here." she placed the sabre in his hand not letting go of her grip from the hilt as she then pulled her lover's lips to meet her own. She showed him, what her words could not express for his safety. She broke the physical union, "You had better return to me, Master Oden. I will not break my promise to my mother by not giving her those grandchildren she demanded," a playful smile returned to her bronze face once more," all six of them." He looked her in the eye. "And she will have all of them, and more." He then rose as he leaned in for one more precious kiss, one she would never forget. For it would be their last. They parted their mouths, "Now I must go I have a mission to fulfill!" and he walked out of the room carrying a small case with him as he headed for his transport.
That was the last time Dorshe' ever saw Pacres alive, but she knew their love would live on, through the Force where no bonds are broken by mere planes of life and the life after. It would also be shared by their son, he is the product of that love, and surly he will live as long as it. The sunlight grew brighter, reflected by a mirror on the far wall, Dorshe' sat up in her bed so as to demand her body to wake-up. Her long untied hair draped loose, covering her with thick strands of dark brown thread. The dazed Dorshe' in a have comatose stupor, tossed her hair behind her shoulder with sharp swipe commonly saved for swiping away tiny insects. She then peered her head over to the large transparent steel door of her balcony. The gorgeous view of the New Ossus district was mesmerizing enough to widen Master Oden's eyes. The sky was clear, excluding some transport traffic and a few Coruscantian skyscrapers. Unlike the rest of Coruscant, the Jedi try to maintain a rather small number of tall buildings in New Ossus, in order to display the Temple from a greater distance. This also gave a much grander show of the city's landscape, which Dorshe' and many others, agree allows people to see and enjoy more of the beautiful architecture. She lifted the sheets from her legs, and flipped her body around until her feet touched the cushy carpet and slowly stood up. Stretching every muscle she could muster strength from, Dorshe' was elevated only by the edge of her tip-toes, as her flowing two piece sleeping garment brushed against her tense skin. She had found her bags last night; they were underneath the bed, where they had been ever since she first moved into the apartment with Pacres. The Oden apartment was a modest abode, it had a considerable number of rooms all conformed in the same soft earth-tone colors of sand beige, browns, and humble highlights of silver. It was nothing compared to her family home on Orveaous. It was a monolith of a sanctuary compared to most homes of the large green planet it had immense open archways that oversaw a great water shore of the peninsula it was built upon. With huge green intertwining plant life encompassing the mainland, clear multi-colored skies caused by the atmospheres reaction to Orveaous's dual crossing rings. She couldn't wait to go there and one could tell through her energetic packing methods, but the Jedi might very well train their masters to simply toss random shards of clothing into their luggage. As soon as she had finished that she made her way to the fresher, to take a long shower before she would dress and make her way to home, Orveaous the perfect place to birth a child.
Platog was enjoying one of the many Arcus penitentiary lunch meals when a guard, escorted two men in brown cloaks to his holding cell. The dug didn't even notice the three figures as they stopped in front of his door, he was to busy inhaling all the food they gave him, a gran delicacies pf all things. His drunken fest of food was broken by the guard's low resonating voice. "Platog, you have visitors, the Jedi you requested an audience with are here." The dug, turned his elongated neck over to the door behind him, food slipping from his loose leathery lips he then roared. "Send them in." as he continued to eat, the two Jedi calmly walked into the white room as the door sealed again after them. Master Skywalker spoke, knowing Chevacca's mental communication skills might react badly over the crude Platog. "You requested us Mr. Platog, what is it you wish of us?" He smirked with a mouth full, "he-he, I never thought you would actually show." He shoved another mouthful into his face. "Well when a man admits to taking up actions against one of our own vessels, especially one I and my associate here, were aboard at the time." Realization hit Platog like a steel wall. "You can imagine why we would take interest in the information that person would have to offer." "That was you on the Everlasting?" he was now stone-faced in disbelief of what he just heard, but it arose a question that had been eating at him ever since the 'Lucky Bantha' was ambushed. "Tell me this Jedi" he created an expression of determination, to the robed men. "How did you manage to assemble a Republic Fleet without my ships knowing it?" Skywalker answered in a neutral tone, to keep his impatience hidden. "That is not important right now. Let's just say we had assistance from a greater power." And with that said, Platog simply chuckled. "He-He-he!" He waved his fork at Skywalker and Chevacca. "you Jedi are tricky ones, just like those Sith!" "Sith?" Chevacca groaned, not knowing his words were entering Platog's small mind. This alerted the dug. "Who said that?" "No one," Yoda returned the grizzly being to his last train of though before the interruption curious to how a smuggler would know of any Sith in that context "What do you mean by Sith? What connection do you have to them?" "They were the ones that hired me and my boss to ambush you in that system, they said we would be paid well but as you can see I have yet to receive a cent." He remarked with a smug sly tonality in his throat. "Can you tell us where to find them? How you contacted them?" Chevacca rolled his eyes sensing the dug's motivation while Yoda questioned unsuccessfully. "Can you tell us anything about the Sith?" he expelled. "Not without a price?" this caused Chevacca to step in. "You will tell us anything we desire!" he said as he waved his paw past Platog's face. "I will tell you anything you wish to know!" Yoda placed his head in his hand with the other underneath his elbow. Why didn't I think to do that? He questioned himself now as Chevacca continued his interrogation. "Who hired you to destroy the Everlasting?" He responded in the monotone voice of a weak-willed person under the influence of the Force. "A man named Jiles Oiket, he didn't say he was a Sith, but he carried a lightsabre, he also used the same black magic my momo told stories about." Chevacca waved his hand once more, looking Platog even deader in his face. "How did you come in contact with him?" "He found my boss, Mortep and me on an old smuggler's star-station. He offered us a pay we couldn't refuse to kill you guys." "How did you maintain communications with Oiket?" Skywalker added. "He hailed my ship when ever he needed to talk business with my boss." Chevacca coked his head slightly, sending his braided fur into a bit of a tussle. "Did you ever hail him? Do you know his transmission codes?" "No, He always hailed us, never gave us a code to call back with." Platog recalled the time the Dark figure cut-off Jiles's last communication before the mission. "but there was one time, some other person contacted us, right before the Republic destroyed my ship." "Who? Who was it?" Yoda urged. "I don't know who he or she was, all you humans look alike to me, and even if I did know I couldn't tell you. The person wore a big black robe over it's face and body. All I know is that it threatened my boss's life to make sure not to screw up the ambush." Skywalker looked to the Wookiee as their eyes met with affirmation. "A Dark master." Chevacca returned to his mind warped victim. "did you ever pin-point the location of the communications?" "Oh, I tried, but Oiket's signal never came from the same place twice, he must have been on a ship, but the being in the black cloak, I managed to find that signal came from the Unknown-territory, somewhere between the Grobog system and the Docu system." Skywalker nodded to Chevacca sensing that this was all the dug knew that would be of any use to themselves. "Thank you for your help Sir, we will depart now and leave you to your meal." Chevacca erected his body as Yoda began to head out, "Try the Gahk." And he then exited to the hallway where Master Skywalker awaited him as the cell hatch sealed behind Chevacca. "Well at least we have a general perimeter to work with in the Unknown-territory." They began their journey back to the landing port. "Yes this should serve to benefit our search, I shall contact Masters Amtlar and Jhellows they will most likely dispatch a small Task Force of our ships to the unknown-territory, now that we have a better idea of where to start." He concluded as they exited the Arcus cell-block check point, and continued towards the access port of the hanger-bay. "Good, I shall contact the Gorbog, Huz-em, Juffri, and Duco systems to inform them of our plans." Skywalker remarked as he stepped into Chevacca's F-183: sky-speeder, a sleek shimmering vehicle, created by the paws of the Jedi himself. "With Dorshe' on leave and Amtlar busy with the Fleet, it's now my job to undertake matters of government." The hanger chief-droid opened the bay doors as Chevacca signaled for permission exit. Once the doors offered a large enough space the Wookiee's speeder made a fast entry into the coruscant traffic ways.
Chevacca was in his work study at the Temple trying to lighten the burden of identifying the Old Republic clones in assistance to Master Skywalker, when C-3PO, hailed the Wookiee's office. Chevacca had only spent half the day researching and he had already discovered many cloned historical figures that the Jedi held in stasis. Such remarkable individuals, the clawed being thought, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu, Shaak Ti and so many more.unfortunately there still were many more to identify. Then the high, well pronounced voice of the protocol droid beamed over the office's intercom. "Master Chevacca you have a transmission from the Arcus penitentiary Chief Warden Nell, he says he has a prisoner who is apparently willing to divulge information to Jedi graces." The great beast Jedi, groaned his words, not bothering to let the translator of his comm. system process his words for a droid meant to act as a translator itself. "Thank you 3-PO, please patch the Warden through to my study." Just as soon as he requested it, the image of a stocky, stern figured man appeared in open space beside Chevacca's desk. "Good day to you Master Chevacca." The Warden said in a calm, professional manner. "Good day to you Warden. It is my understanding that you have a prisoner who wishes to contact a Jedi in order to share some information. " he waited a moment as the warren awaited his translated feed. "In a nutshell Master Jedi." His face looked at a touch panel in his right hand. "About three days ago the prisoner Platog was brought under arrest, after his ship the 'Lucky Bantha' was discovered severely damaged, on route to the Umgul system. The Lucky Bantha has been wanted in over forty systems for its suspected connections in many smuggling activities, and several contracted bounty hunts." The brunette furred man, raised a paw to his chin in a show of attention to the details set before him, but he saw no connection in Nell's words. "I see, and what connections do we of the Jedi have to this.Platog is it?" "According to Platog a few weeks ago, he and his employer had assembled a fleet of other smuggling vessels that were to spring an ambush on one of your Jedi cruisers. The mission failed and his ship got stranded until a Republic scout picked him up." The fleet at Kamino! Chevacca's mind knew what he could only explain as an act of the Force, if this Platog could inform the Jedi of his employer he might find a connection that could lead to the unraveling of the Sith offensive. "Chief Warden, did Platog divulge any more information?" "No Master Jedi, but he is interested in a person to person meeting to discuss the matter in further detail." "Thank you Warden Nell, I and my associate Master Skywalker will be down to the penitentiary soon, please tell this Platog that we will meet with him." The Wookie then tapped the comm. panel on his desk, to deactivate the transmission as he rotated his seat face forward. "3PO, could you please inform Master Skywalker to meet me on hanger deck alpha?" "As you wish Master Chevacca." And with that said, the Jedi master calmly rushed to his transport vessel, so as not to waste another moment getting to Arcus.
Jiles walked straight to his private quarters aboard the Slave twelve, they were not to his best of preferences, but it served his purposes, all he really needed was a bed and a Holo-projector until his Sith destroyer made contact with the Slave twelve. As he made his way to the doorway, he used his dark side powers to simply force it open, and then again to shut it behind him as he awaited his Master's transmission. He bowed to one knee as the distractive image of Oiket's Master began to appear from the center of the floor. "How does your mission progress Master Oiket?" Her omnipotent voice filled the small room as the dark Lord addressed her disciple. "It goes well my Master." He raised his head, but kept his body bent down to the floor. "I and my new associates have infiltrated the Jedi temple using one of Fett's well placed androids to assist in the placement of several probes to locate your desired clones. But it will take time before we can uncover the one of your choosing my Master." He looked down once again, fearing his master's response. "The Jedi have yet to identify all the clones, and none of the replicas named so far are the one you requested, it will take time to find him." "Then you have best be haste before they do identify all of them." This befuddled the already unnerved Jiles. "If the Jedi discover which clone it is that we wish to obtain, they will be even more relenting in their pursuit for its return. Now go and seize him for the name of the dark side." "Yes my Master!" Jiles stood firm once more, then typed the transmission codes for the Sith destroyer into his holo-transmitter panel. A moment passed, and then the life-sized image of the Bretew arose from the floor where the master once did. "Bretew!" he exclaimed with a tone of blatant disregard "What is your current position in correlation to that of this vessel?" "We are currently twenty parsecs from your position heading at maximum speed." The holographic Nitko replied. "Good, we will need to prepare to go on the defensive should our mission become known to the Jedi. Do you have the full compliment of fighters and troopers on board?" "Yes Jiles, but I strongly disbelieve we could hold our own in Coruscantian space." Jiles knew this well fact was as the truth. "I understand, then see if you can amass a fleet large enough to meet that match, we must get this Clone for the Master, at any cost. Am I clear Bretew?" "Yes Jiles, crystal!" "Good, I'll expect the fleet to rendezvous at the Yag'Dhul system, should the Jedi discover our intentions, they we surely try to pursue us, in which case we will lead them to the fleet." "Very good, I will go now I have an army to raise." Bretew placed his claw over his heart. "For the Master!" and his image vanished. "Yes for the Master" Jiles remarked to a silent room as he returned to the Bridge of the Slave twelve.
It was the afternoon and still Dorshe' was lost in sleep. This had been the first time in a long time she got the chance to oversleep; she was going to take it. Her bed was soft, by touch and by appeal the silk sheets engulfed her body in the midst of her restless slumber. She could have laid there all day, and well into the next it weren't for the light of Coruscant's high noon sun glaring through her closed eyelids, and try as she might to protect them she yielded to the inhabitable fact that she needed to get up and pack. As her eyes eased open Dorshe' placed her hand over the bed's empty space next to her. The same space once shared by Pacres, this realization insulted her being. Everyday since their wedding night, Dorshe' would wake up to the find the beautiful man that was her husband lying next her, but he was gone now, and ever since his death she would still wake up, desiring to look into those steel violet eyes only to find nothing. At first, all she could do was cry, but Dorshe' began to open up her pain to the Force, letting it heal her suffering and that was when she discovered that she was pregnant. At the time it was a bitter-sweat gift the Force had granted her, Dorshe' had come to accept their son's conception as a divine right. At the time, she wished to tell no one of her condition, feeling it would raise concern for her and her unborn, in the field. Dorshe' wanted to help with the investigation of the incident that took her lover away from her. She can still replay that day in her mind, the day Pacres left for the mission from which he would never return.
It was raining, they were in the bedroom, Dorshe' preparing her reports for the Council at her small desk in the corner, and Pacres readying himself before he left Coruscant. "Dorshe'?" he asked her in his sweet voice, now only produced through the vivid limits of her own memory. "Dorshe' have you seen my sabre?" he approached her from behind, having a good idea, that she in fact knew the location of his weapon. "Maybe?" she playfully remarked. "Dorshe' you know very well I can't leave without my lightsabre." "I know!" she turned to look at him, his purple eyes diving into her silver orbs. "I don't want you to go on this mission I sense no good from it." "If I don't go, someone else will." He rested his knees to the floor space next to Dorshe's chair. "This isn't a small trade dispute the Jedi are being called into settle this time. If the rumors are true the Sith may return, and only the Force knows what they have been up to while they made home in the unknown-territory. We can't afford to send a Jedi taskforce in there without knowing what to find. That's why I agree with the Council's decision to send someone to scout ahead first, that's also why I volunteered for the mission." His words comforted her, but she couldn't suppress the feelings she received from the Force, not even for him. "Fine..." she murmured as she reached in her desk to pull out the small cylindrical piece of steel that was Pacres's lightsabre. "Here." she placed the sabre in his hand not letting go of her grip from the hilt as she then pulled her lover's lips to meet her own. She showed him, what her words could not express for his safety. She broke the physical union, "You had better return to me, Master Oden. I will not break my promise to my mother by not giving her those grandchildren she demanded," a playful smile returned to her bronze face once more," all six of them." He looked her in the eye. "And she will have all of them, and more." He then rose as he leaned in for one more precious kiss, one she would never forget. For it would be their last. They parted their mouths, "Now I must go I have a mission to fulfill!" and he walked out of the room carrying a small case with him as he headed for his transport.
That was the last time Dorshe' ever saw Pacres alive, but she knew their love would live on, through the Force where no bonds are broken by mere planes of life and the life after. It would also be shared by their son, he is the product of that love, and surly he will live as long as it. The sunlight grew brighter, reflected by a mirror on the far wall, Dorshe' sat up in her bed so as to demand her body to wake-up. Her long untied hair draped loose, covering her with thick strands of dark brown thread. The dazed Dorshe' in a have comatose stupor, tossed her hair behind her shoulder with sharp swipe commonly saved for swiping away tiny insects. She then peered her head over to the large transparent steel door of her balcony. The gorgeous view of the New Ossus district was mesmerizing enough to widen Master Oden's eyes. The sky was clear, excluding some transport traffic and a few Coruscantian skyscrapers. Unlike the rest of Coruscant, the Jedi try to maintain a rather small number of tall buildings in New Ossus, in order to display the Temple from a greater distance. This also gave a much grander show of the city's landscape, which Dorshe' and many others, agree allows people to see and enjoy more of the beautiful architecture. She lifted the sheets from her legs, and flipped her body around until her feet touched the cushy carpet and slowly stood up. Stretching every muscle she could muster strength from, Dorshe' was elevated only by the edge of her tip-toes, as her flowing two piece sleeping garment brushed against her tense skin. She had found her bags last night; they were underneath the bed, where they had been ever since she first moved into the apartment with Pacres. The Oden apartment was a modest abode, it had a considerable number of rooms all conformed in the same soft earth-tone colors of sand beige, browns, and humble highlights of silver. It was nothing compared to her family home on Orveaous. It was a monolith of a sanctuary compared to most homes of the large green planet it had immense open archways that oversaw a great water shore of the peninsula it was built upon. With huge green intertwining plant life encompassing the mainland, clear multi-colored skies caused by the atmospheres reaction to Orveaous's dual crossing rings. She couldn't wait to go there and one could tell through her energetic packing methods, but the Jedi might very well train their masters to simply toss random shards of clothing into their luggage. As soon as she had finished that she made her way to the fresher, to take a long shower before she would dress and make her way to home, Orveaous the perfect place to birth a child.
Platog was enjoying one of the many Arcus penitentiary lunch meals when a guard, escorted two men in brown cloaks to his holding cell. The dug didn't even notice the three figures as they stopped in front of his door, he was to busy inhaling all the food they gave him, a gran delicacies pf all things. His drunken fest of food was broken by the guard's low resonating voice. "Platog, you have visitors, the Jedi you requested an audience with are here." The dug, turned his elongated neck over to the door behind him, food slipping from his loose leathery lips he then roared. "Send them in." as he continued to eat, the two Jedi calmly walked into the white room as the door sealed again after them. Master Skywalker spoke, knowing Chevacca's mental communication skills might react badly over the crude Platog. "You requested us Mr. Platog, what is it you wish of us?" He smirked with a mouth full, "he-he, I never thought you would actually show." He shoved another mouthful into his face. "Well when a man admits to taking up actions against one of our own vessels, especially one I and my associate here, were aboard at the time." Realization hit Platog like a steel wall. "You can imagine why we would take interest in the information that person would have to offer." "That was you on the Everlasting?" he was now stone-faced in disbelief of what he just heard, but it arose a question that had been eating at him ever since the 'Lucky Bantha' was ambushed. "Tell me this Jedi" he created an expression of determination, to the robed men. "How did you manage to assemble a Republic Fleet without my ships knowing it?" Skywalker answered in a neutral tone, to keep his impatience hidden. "That is not important right now. Let's just say we had assistance from a greater power." And with that said, Platog simply chuckled. "He-He-he!" He waved his fork at Skywalker and Chevacca. "you Jedi are tricky ones, just like those Sith!" "Sith?" Chevacca groaned, not knowing his words were entering Platog's small mind. This alerted the dug. "Who said that?" "No one," Yoda returned the grizzly being to his last train of though before the interruption curious to how a smuggler would know of any Sith in that context "What do you mean by Sith? What connection do you have to them?" "They were the ones that hired me and my boss to ambush you in that system, they said we would be paid well but as you can see I have yet to receive a cent." He remarked with a smug sly tonality in his throat. "Can you tell us where to find them? How you contacted them?" Chevacca rolled his eyes sensing the dug's motivation while Yoda questioned unsuccessfully. "Can you tell us anything about the Sith?" he expelled. "Not without a price?" this caused Chevacca to step in. "You will tell us anything we desire!" he said as he waved his paw past Platog's face. "I will tell you anything you wish to know!" Yoda placed his head in his hand with the other underneath his elbow. Why didn't I think to do that? He questioned himself now as Chevacca continued his interrogation. "Who hired you to destroy the Everlasting?" He responded in the monotone voice of a weak-willed person under the influence of the Force. "A man named Jiles Oiket, he didn't say he was a Sith, but he carried a lightsabre, he also used the same black magic my momo told stories about." Chevacca waved his hand once more, looking Platog even deader in his face. "How did you come in contact with him?" "He found my boss, Mortep and me on an old smuggler's star-station. He offered us a pay we couldn't refuse to kill you guys." "How did you maintain communications with Oiket?" Skywalker added. "He hailed my ship when ever he needed to talk business with my boss." Chevacca coked his head slightly, sending his braided fur into a bit of a tussle. "Did you ever hail him? Do you know his transmission codes?" "No, He always hailed us, never gave us a code to call back with." Platog recalled the time the Dark figure cut-off Jiles's last communication before the mission. "but there was one time, some other person contacted us, right before the Republic destroyed my ship." "Who? Who was it?" Yoda urged. "I don't know who he or she was, all you humans look alike to me, and even if I did know I couldn't tell you. The person wore a big black robe over it's face and body. All I know is that it threatened my boss's life to make sure not to screw up the ambush." Skywalker looked to the Wookiee as their eyes met with affirmation. "A Dark master." Chevacca returned to his mind warped victim. "did you ever pin-point the location of the communications?" "Oh, I tried, but Oiket's signal never came from the same place twice, he must have been on a ship, but the being in the black cloak, I managed to find that signal came from the Unknown-territory, somewhere between the Grobog system and the Docu system." Skywalker nodded to Chevacca sensing that this was all the dug knew that would be of any use to themselves. "Thank you for your help Sir, we will depart now and leave you to your meal." Chevacca erected his body as Yoda began to head out, "Try the Gahk." And he then exited to the hallway where Master Skywalker awaited him as the cell hatch sealed behind Chevacca. "Well at least we have a general perimeter to work with in the Unknown-territory." They began their journey back to the landing port. "Yes this should serve to benefit our search, I shall contact Masters Amtlar and Jhellows they will most likely dispatch a small Task Force of our ships to the unknown-territory, now that we have a better idea of where to start." He concluded as they exited the Arcus cell-block check point, and continued towards the access port of the hanger-bay. "Good, I shall contact the Gorbog, Huz-em, Juffri, and Duco systems to inform them of our plans." Skywalker remarked as he stepped into Chevacca's F-183: sky-speeder, a sleek shimmering vehicle, created by the paws of the Jedi himself. "With Dorshe' on leave and Amtlar busy with the Fleet, it's now my job to undertake matters of government." The hanger chief-droid opened the bay doors as Chevacca signaled for permission exit. Once the doors offered a large enough space the Wookiee's speeder made a fast entry into the coruscant traffic ways.