A/N: Here's a short one. Hehe.

Chapter Eight:

Mace Windu paced restlessly around the Jedi council room while the older Master Yoda looked on, lost deep in thought.

"He should have been back by now Master. Or atleast have reported in. It's not like Qui-gon to go so long without contacting us."

"Indeed. Much mystery to this, I fear there is." the little Jedi sighed. "Worry, I do."

They'd spoken with Qui-gon's contacts on the mid-rim world he was supposed to be at.

Apparently the Jedi had solved of Raahim's problems only to find there was something bigger behind it all. He'd taken off in pursuit of his lead.

That was the last anyone had heard from him.

"Do you think....."

"No. Dead, he is not. Sence him I do. Though it is but a faint flicker."

Mace continued to pace. Mayby they should send someone out after him. He might have gotten himself into trouble. Mayby he was hurt somewere. Or mayby he was just buisy.

The real question was would someone be able to find him if they went. The galaxy was a big place. He could be anywere by now. But they did have a place to start.

"Master, I think mayby I should go after him. If he needs help it would be better to attempt to find him than sit around here waiting."

Yoda shook his head. "Find him you think you will? Mayby. Or mayby wander around uselessly. Other matters to attend to, you have."

"But Master Yoda....." he stopped. Yoda was right of course. He had other things he could be doing. Could be. Didn't mean he had to.

"I believe it would be best. SOMEONE has to look for him."

Yoda sighed again. "Right you are. But agree it should be you, I do not." he paused. "However, for the best perhaps it is."

Mace nodded. "I will be quick about it. You won't even have time to realise I'm gone." the young Jedi Master grinned and turned to leave.

"I should go as soon as possible."

"Indeed. May the Force be with you."

"And may the force be with you, Master Yoda."