Chapter 2: Questions, and unsavory answers.

The ReBeL Senate gathered around the large conference table in the secure room in the center of the station. Zarathos, Crysania, Mac, Aslan, Az'is, Vader, and M1A2Tanker looked grim as the MD droids reported the results of the autopsy.

"The death was slow, and most likely very painful. It appears that the body started to bloat till the body finally burst. Cause of burst: deep cuts on the body. Cause of the bloating: unknown." With that the holo of the droid vanished.

"Most horrible thing I've ever heard." Mac said, clasping his hands on the table.

"Tank, what happened? You were the one on night duty. Did you see anyone?" Aslan looked at Tank with the most intelligent eyes ever to be placed on an ewok.

Tank rubbed his eyes and shook his head. "No, I didn't see anything. No tracks, no trail, noone else in the room...nothing but...devestation."

There was silence in the room for a bit...then the comm unit activated. Az clicked it, "Yes?"

"Sorry to inturrupt suh, but we have anotha casualty." Everyone in the room looked up. "Captain Wild§lash was attacked, and severly wounded, but he lives. They dunked him in the tanks. Docs say he could be brought out within a few hours for quick questions, but after that, back in he goes."

"Th-thank you soldier." Az killed the comm. He turned to everyone else and said, "We need to get to the bottom of this, and soon. Let's head to the medical section." Everyone nodded, rose, and filed out of the room.

The Senate filed into the Medical Section, and saw the freighter crewman and Wild§lash floating in the pink fluid. The Hawk SL (or Squad Leader), Simon, stood nearby, watching, worried. Az in his hoverplatform floated up to Simon, making him turn around.

"Evening sirs." He said.

"Evening Simon," Vader replied first.

"The medics fixed him up pretty good, he should be able to come up for a breather here shortly." A medic nearby overheard and nodded to them.

"Simon, what happened?" Crys asked.

"I don't know too much, but I'll tell you what I can." Simon motioned the others into a seperate room, closing and sealing the door. "Here's what I know," he started as everyone sat down, "I was sleeping in my quarters when I heard a noise outside. I stepped out and heard the noise come from §lashs' quarters. Sounded like a struggle. I stepped over, pull my blaster, and enter. §lash stood before me, cuts all over his body. He came at me with his sword, and I had to stun him." Silence filled the room. Then Tank spoke up.

"Simon, was there any evidence of there being someone else in the room? Was his sword bloody?" Simon looked at him quizzically, then replied, "Well...now that I think about it, no I didn't see anyone else in there. And his sword was clean too."

"Tank, where are you going with this?" Mac asked.

"Not sure, but something about it seems too familier...," Tank stood up and asked, "If you'll excuse me folks, I have a call to make quickly."

"Sure, go ahead Tank." Zara said.

Tank left the room quickly, and activated a hypercomm transmission. After a few moments and low talk with the person on the other end, he nodded, and signed off. He returned to the Medical section just in time to see Wild get pulled out of the tank. Everyone there quickly gathered around, for Wild's privacy, and so they could talk quietly.

Tank, Vader and Az reached out with the Force, pouring healing energies into §lash, so he could stay out of the bacta tank a little longer, as Zara and Mac quizzed him.

"What happened Wild, what attacked you?" Mac first.

"Some...being. A human I think. Had...a hand with claws...knives...." Tank started.

"Where did it go? How did it get here?" Zara asked.

"I...don't know...he called...himself...Freddy." With that, Tank remembered. He reached out with the Force to §lash and into his memory. Before he could though...he could feel something...dark. Evil and twisted. It was nearby...yet not. Tank felt a chill, and looked to Vader. Vader looked right at him, and nodded. He had felt it too.

"Ok sirs, we have to put him back in now." This was plainly obvious as Wilds wounds were seeping again, and he was fading from exhaustion.

They all moved away as the medics redunked Wild.

"Vader, you and I have to talk." Tank said.

"I agree, come to my quarters." With that, Vader and Tank left, while the others went back to the Senate area to discuss possible counters to "Freddy", not knowing that there wasn't much they really could do...not yet anyways.