Hello Everyone..Gem again! This particular Star Wars Story takes place after Anakin's Fall to the dark side. Padme is pregnant and the Jedi are being hunted like dogs.BTW- forgive the bad pun in this chapter.

The rancid smell of old ale and stale urine filled the air as the cloaked figure entered the Cantina. Places like this were now more crowded than ever. Beings from all over the galaxy was fleeing the capital, looking for safe havens away from the New Order that the now Self-Declared Emperor Palpatine issued. In layman's terms, anyone non-human associated with the Jedi, or had any political power opposing the Emperor was in a hell of a lot of trouble.
Oh sure the Jedi spoke out. As did other important figures of the galaxy, but none survived to tell their tale. The Jedi Temple was abandoned, corrupted now by the dark powers of the Emperor. The once omnipotent Jedi Council was now all but abolished. The most powerful Jedi were slain by one of their own: Anakin Skywalker, now under the alias Darth Vader. It was indeed a dark time for the galaxy. Which is why all sorts of scum, villainy, and most ironically, the enemies of the New Order ran to places like this. Hoping to the Great Maker that they would be safe from the Emperor's omniscience.
The figure scanned about the well packed Corellian Cantina. He was here on a mission. If anyone of Imperial loyalties found out about him, or his mission, the future of the galaxy would be doomed.
He walked up to the bar, where the large keeper eyed him and moved on. It wasn't until the figure flashed a few shinny credits that the keep noticed him.
"What'd want?" asked the obese bartender.
"Why is a my'nock like a data pad?" asked the cloaked figure. His orders were to ask that phrase, and the person whom he was to meet would understand it. The bartender simply looked over to the far corner of the cantina, where another cloaked figure sat. Judging by how this figure sat, the person in front of the bartender deduced that the figure in the shadows was a female.
He left the credits on the bar as thanks for being of help before walking over to the corner.
"Why is a my'nock like a data-pad?" asked the standing figure to the sitting one.
"A my'nock is not like a data-pad.They are not a like," responded the cool seductive voice beneath the hood. This was the answer to the riddle: there was no answer. If this person where not whom he was suppose to meet, then she would have responded " why is a my'nock like a data-pad?"
"I am glad to see you made it," spoke the female.
"It was troublesome enough. But do not worry I have handled worse than a few nosey Imperials."
"You will go to Bothawui, there you will meet with a contact whom you have worked with before, and he is in charge of our package. Protect them both with your life if you have to. The future of us all depends on it."
"I understand."
"Here is a holo of your targets," she said handing him a small square like projector. Flicking the switch he immediately saw two figures flash into three dimensional existence.
"Master Ken-!" the cloaked male nearly blurted, had not the female kicked him hard in the shin.
"Yes. It is those two. She has a package with her that is more valuable than anything, and he knows his mission. Currently they are in a safe house given to us by three very important figures in the now Imperial Senate. You will be more informed upon arriving. Just remember, stay out of sight.All sight," she emphasized on the last two words.
He understood what she meant. He was a Jedi, and just having that associated with him meant automatic death. Which is why he had to keep himself under the cloak of normalcy. If he ever dare tap into the Force, agents of the Emperor would be sent out. His influence stretched across the galaxy now.
"I shall leave now," he stood, giving the figure a slight nod.
"Be careful," she spoke sincerely. "And Raza," she whispered. "Stay out of trouble."
He smiled beneath his hood, giving a cool reply, "I will Adi. Be careful yourself," he whispered just before heading towards the exit of the Cantina.