A/N: Hey all. D.C. finally made it to the 3rd chapter. Huzzah! Amazing isn't it? Now all I have to do is think up the next chapter. Believe me, this isn't easy. Oh well, as long as I can please my readers...

Disclaimer: Don't own Star Wars, or Zizziana. They belong to their respective owners.

Pan scrambled down the corridor. Racing into Zizzy's quarters, she hurriedly pushed the button that would close the door. Breathing hard, she collapsed against the now closed door. Unknown to D.C., her Master sat in a corner, reading a magazine. A rustling of pages announced her presence, and Pan turned. Zizzy lowered it so that her amber eyes showed over the tops of the pages.

"An explanation would be helpful."

"Dan and Tori," Pan stated, trying to catch her breath.

Zizzy made a muffled noise of understanding. Dan and Tori were the younger children of an Ambassador who resided with his family in the Temple. Both children made a point of bothering Pan, to avenge their older brother Philip. When Pan had first arrived, Philip had decided to 'welcome' her to the Temple. His version of welcoming was to shower the newcomer with blows. She had acted purely in self-defense, but had still managed to beat him pretty badly. Philip was now immobile with a broken arm, leg, and several fractured ribs. He also refused to show his face, to his embarrassment, it was still dark purple with a few large bruises. Since then however, the younger siblings had harassed Pan every chance they got. D.C. now spent her free time in either her own quarters or in Zizzy's. Pan returned her thoughts to the present. She moved onto the bed, sitting for a few moments, then laying down entirely. She rolled on to her side, resting there for a moment, then rolling over to her other side. She continued this venting of restless energy, until Zizzy chose to comment.

"Oh, go take a walk already!"

Pan obeyed, slipping off the bed and walking headlong into the nearby open closet. Squeezing behind the folds of clothing, the padawan leaned against the back wall, calmly waiting as the latch un-clicked, and the wall tilted back. It landed on the concrete floor with a muffled crash, forming a ramp. The mechanic tinkering in the corner hadn't heard Pan's arrival, as there were often objects making crashing, thumping, and booming sounds.

"Electra? You here?"

It was a silly question to ask, as the mechanic was always present in her workshop.

"Anything new in the Temple?" Electra turned around, wiping her hands on her oil-splattered overalls, a wrench somehow still in hand.

"Dan and Tori, that's about it," D.C. replied glumly.

"Ah."

Pan looked around. Electra had several repairs stacked in a corner. The padawan noted that they had yet to be started on.

"Neglecting your duties again?" She commented quietly.

"Nay, just slowing the Ambassador's order is all." Pan smiled. Apparently, Electra had heard, and was on her side after all. Saying her goodbyes, she returned to her Master's quarters.

Mace Windu stalked down the halls. Turning the corner, he rapped on the closest door. Inside, Pan had re-emerged from the closet, and had just sat down, remarking, "Someone's here."

Zizzy paused, "Ah, Master Windu." The knock was heard, and she rose to open the door.

"Master Windu." Zizzy greeted him with a polite, but detached air.

"Mistress Nightstar." He returning the greeting, he continued, "I am here regarding your padawan."

Pan stiffened, watching her Master's face. Zizziana showed no emotion.

The Jedi Master continued, "She's in no trouble, but we, the Council wish to speak with her."

Zizzy nodded. "Pandora, go with Master Windu." Pan got up obediently, and followed Master Windu out of the room and down the halls to the Council chamber. The Jedi Master led her in, and then took his seat next to Master Yoda, leaving her to stand alone in the middle of the floor. After a moment, Yoda spoke.

"Pandora DarkCloud, on a mission you will go, the Council has decided."

Pan nodded, finding her voice. "Where will I be going Masters?"

This time, Master Windu answered. "Korbin. I believe you are familiar with that planet?"

"Yes I am sir. I was born there." Pan stated, her voice faltering slightly.

"Good. You will leave in the morning."

Pan nodded, giving a slight bow, then left the circular room.

"Sense something I do, in that one." Master Yoda said quietly to himself.

Pan entered her quarters, several minutes later. She walked to the closet, opening it and pulled out her bags. She carried them into the main part of her room, dropping them on the floor. Hearing the noise, Zizzy poked her head in.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Nothing much. Just packing for a mission." Pan said, trying to sound normal.

"Am I going?" Her Jedi Master asked.

"I...don't know." The padawan answered haltingly.

"Ah."

They lapsed into silence. Pan continued tugging open the drawers of her dresser, pulling out articles of clothing. Finally, Zizzy broke the silence.

"Where to?"

"Korbin."

"Oh. That place."

"What wrong with it?" Pan asked, her voice rising in defense.

"Nothing, it's just-"

"Just what?" The padawan interjected. "Rotten to the core? No one good comes out of there?" Within moments, Pan had ceased to make sense, her voice rising with her anger. "Well what about me? I'm not so bad am I?" Pandora looked up from her bag, where until recently, she had been shoving clothes. Tears had formed behind her eyes, but she blinked them back. She returned to her packing, re-folding the garments she had stuffed into her suitcase. When she looked up again, Zizziana was gone.

Zizzy returned to her room, trying to figure out what had happened. She had said something out loud that she hadn't exactly meant to, which had made her already edgy padawan explode. Zizzy had only let that comment slip because she was worried. Sighing, she let it go, for now at anyway. Later, when D.C. had calmed down, she would make amends. A tugging came at the back of her mind. She acknowledged it, and learned that the Council wished to speak with her. She left, walking down the halls until she reached the circular Council room.

Upon entering, she was greeted by a familiar voice. "Mistress Nightstar."

"Master Yoda," She replied, bowing. "You summoned me?"

"Accompany your padawan, you will." Zizziana nodded.

Master Windu followed up. "However you are to remain on Korbin only as emergency help. She is to do this alone." She nodded again in understanding.

"You are dismissed." Master Windu said. Zizziana bowed, and then left the room.

A/N: That's it for this chapter. Thank the Goddess. Joining us again, is my once editor, now beta reader. (I downgraded her.)

CD: sticks tongue out Thanks a lot! I feel appreciated! sigh Anyway... YAY!!!! I'm finally in the fic!!! Electra the Fix-it girl!!! L8er

DC: Uh...yeah. Later!

Note: Since it's a bit confusing, I'll explain the titles thing. Pandora thinks of Zizziana as her 'Jedi Master', however Zizzy's actual title is 'Jedi Mistress'. And since this story's focus is Pan, all references to Zizz, except those in direct speech will be 'Master'. Understand? Good.