"Terrik! Terrik you have to hurry or else we'll miss the last shuttle!" Jalia Solo waved over her husband as she struggled with the load that she was holding. Her brown, unruly hair cascaded down the front of her face once again. Annoyed she didn't bother to reach up and sweep it out of her eyes. Instead she blew a frustrated sigh that whipped a few stands back into their place.

She was a young looking woman, although she was long past her youthful days of pleasure. In fact, pleasure had been hard to find in her life for the past few years. Accompanied by her husband, Terrik and their young one year old son, Han, she had attempted to escape her rather boring life of being a secretary at the Jedi temple. The whole vacation had been a mistake. Not only did they not get on the right shuttle, but their reservations for where they were staying got canceled on them, Terrik had lost a handful of credits and Han was getting sick. Now to top it all off, they were about to miss their shuttle home all due to a com call that Terrik had just gotten a few minute ago. Instinctively she glanced down to the small bundle in her arms. Wrapped under many layers of silk moth cloth, laid a small baby, and to Jalia's satisfaction, he was finally asleep.

She cast another worried glance towards the com terminal and caught a last glimpse of Terrik's callers before he finally hung up and hurried toward her. Without saying a word he picked up his suitcases and quickly walked out the door, gesturing for Jalia to follow him. Confused, but glad that the com call was finally over, she followed, baby Han in one arm, and the other, supporting her own suitcase.

She could tell that something had not gone right with that com call that Terrik received. Ever since their marriage, he was very secretive about his work, so Jalia barely had any sense of what he did all the time. As far as she knew he was just a regular security officer on Courasaunt, but all his weird behavior recently made her believe that he was hiding something.

She knew all about his past, besides that was why she fell in love with him in the first place. A gambler, a smuggler, one of the best. Unfortunately, Jalia made him quit all the dishonest living once they were married. So he had quit all his law-breaking ways and settled down with a clean slate and clean name. Things had gone well, for a while.

After the birth of Han, Terrik started to receive com calls, strange ones, in the dead of night. He would disappear some days and not come back until the next. She was worried about him. She had heard about inside dealers on Courasaunt, and the punishments that those people received. No matter what Terrik had done, Jalia still loved him. It pained her to think about what might happen to him if he fell back into his old ways. Maybe she should give Obi-Wan a call…

"Jalia?" Terrik's voice called over the crowd and snapping her senses back, she followed Terrik onto the shuttle bound for Courasaunt…

Sora calmly handed the security personnel her ID. Even after 10 checks at certain borders, Sora had not managed to find any ship port for the Falcon. Gritting her teeth she smiled numbly at the security as he waved her through and handed her back her card. The docking authority had been nice enough, and she was sure as heck glad that she had given that tip to Jenos for making her ID's. No one had even looked her way twice as of yet. They were practically flawless. She was now suited up in her pose alias of "Kelia Rouge", a simple Courasaunt resident who worked at an Iberian Cafeteria near the Jedi temple. That was also where her temporary quarter were on Courasaunt. It would be too conspicuous for her to sleep in the Falcon. Someone would be sure to notice.

Acting a casual as possible she walked down the crowded streets of yet another lower level dump. Surprisingly she noticed plenty of people passing by with blasters and vibro blades on them, despite the weapons check at every city. She herself felt naked without her regular blaster at her hip, but she still relied on plenty of hidden weapons that she always could sneak through security clearances.

She hesitantly felt the sun begin to go down and she realized that she would have to get out of the lower levels before it got to dark. Suspicious characters and Security officials always wandered around at night. Not that I'm scared of course, Sora thought as she made her way back to the Falcon, after a disappointing day.

Despite the fact that they were called calming techniques, Obi-Wan was feeling anything but calm, even after 2 hours of using them. The faces that came to him were different… but none of them matched the face of that woman. She was out there, somewhere, and Obi-Wan had to find her. But today isn't the day I guess….

Finally calling his exercises to a halt, he stood up and saw the light dimming in the west. Stretching he walked towards his com station, where a message was blinking for him. When he saw Jalia's name he snapped her number into the machine and waited impatiently to be connected. After a few moments of static he saw Jalia's tired face come onto the screen. She looked older than she had when she left for vacation. Obi-Wan's face dropped as he felt her distress through the force. Although they weren't connected in any way, and Jalia was terribly force blind, she emitted a certain presence in the force that Obi-Wan could easily find. They had been friends from the time when she first came to work at the Jedi-Temple and on several occasion, they talked like dear old friends, turning to one another in times of need. It was Jalia's turn to ask Obi-Wan for help.

"Obi-Wan?" She said softly. It wasn't because she was weak. Obi-Wan saw the small bundle in her arms was asleep. He kept his voice low as well.

"What's wrong Jalia?"

"It's Terrik again. He got another com call," her face was etched with disappointment. Although she didn't cry, Obi-Wan could trace the lined of sadness and the tears that threatened to leak over. She had been quite worried about her husband for some time. Obi-Wan recalled the first time she had noticed something different. The scene was relatively the same. Since then, Obi-Wan had pledged to help her whenever he could. His only help so far was words of comfort over communicators and promising not to tell anyone about Terrik's mysterious actions.

"How was your vacation?" He tried to get her mind off of it.

"Don't change the subject Obi-Wan!" her voice rose a bit, enough to make Han wake up. He started crying. "Obi-Wan…" she said softer, as she tried to calm the whimpering child, "He's keeping something from me, I know it!" A few tears spilled over her eyes. "What can I do?"

"Are you even home yet Jalia?" He asked sternly. Now that he was looking at her closer, she looked as though she hadn't slept in days. And she was getting thinner. This depression was getting to her.

"Obi-Wan please! I'm so worried!" She had gotten Han to calm down now, and the room was once again silent, except for her few sobs that came through the speakers.

"Jalia, you need to get sleep right now," she opened her mouth to interject but Obi-Wan kept on talking. "You are going to lay down on that shuttle, go to sleep and once you get home I'll talk to you about it. Don't worry. Nothing's going to happen to Terrik."

She seemed reluctant for a moment, but only for a moment. She numbly nodded her head and looking defeated, said a halfhearted goodbye before turning off the com.