Trouble: A Knights of the Old Republic Fan-fiction
by: Sam Lincoln
Bastila growled in frustration at the computer terminal in front of her. She was trying to look up information on her friends and had met with little luck. Carth and Juhani had extensive records of their exploits after the destruction of the Star Forge, but the rest had simply faded into history. Bastila supposed that was how they wanted it, but it frustrated her efforts to find some connection to her past. She looked around the too spacious apartment the Council provided her in the Temple and sighed. She knew the real source of her discontent did not lie in four thousand year old records, but with something closer to home. Revan's latest communiqué said that he and Master Kenobi had discovered a possible lead to the identity of the Sith, but little more than that. She hoped that the pair would return to Coruscant to report their findings on Korriban, but Master Yoda decided it would be better if they instead went straight to Nar Shaddaa and gave a full report later.
Ordinarily Bastila would not have minded. A Jedi serves at the whims of the Council and personal preference was a secondary concern. However times were far from ordinary and the truth of the matter was that Bastila felt very much alone without Revan. She chided herself over it, but her emotional side remained fixed on the fact that she was very much out of place, and Revan was one of the few links left to her old life.
"Statement: I am most displeased with the master's latest report. I would feel much better if I was at his side protecting his frail organic body from meat bag treachery," HK-47 said from the corner of the room he was standing in.
Bastila sighed, HK-47 was one of the other links; a fact she did not appreciate. She also was not comfortable with the knowledge that the two of them agreed on something. "I know how you feel HK, but Revan has to keep a low profile, and you are hardly low profile."
"Correction: On the contrary miss, I am here because of you."
"Wait, what, go over that again." In all the time she had known the droid it had never referred to her in a respectful manner.
"Explanation: Before he left Master Revan gave me new orders. I am charged with your protection, and in the event something should happen to Revan you will be my new master."
"And what are your feelings about that? You must know I don't like you."
"Statement: My feelings are irrelevant. I can only do what my master orders. If that means placing myself in the care of a meat bag such as yourself then that is my lot in life."
Bastila paused, she had never heard such fatalism in a droid before. "I find it hard to believe that a droid as deadly as you would stand for such a thing."
"Statement: You flatter me miss, but my programming is quite inflexible on the subject. I must obey my master."
"Well it hardly matters since Revan will be returning from this mission unharmed."
"Agreement: yes the master does exhibit remarkable survival skills...for a meat bag."
"But in the event something does happen to him I promise I will refrain from having your core personality altered. It's what Revan would want." Before HK-47 could reply Bastila felt the presence of two Force sensitives outside her room. "Someone is coming, we'll discuss this later."
"Query: Should I go on alert?"
"Of course not, just be quiet, and don't talk about blasting meat bags," she ordered the droid.
The door chime beeped and when Bastila opened the door she saw Master Yoda with a boy in his teens. "Master Kyja, my apologies for disturbing your meditation, but meet someone I want you to."
"It is no trouble at all Master Yoda, please come in."
"Time to stay I have not. Here to introduce you is all. Master Kyja present to you Anakin Skywalker, Master Kenobi's Padawan he is."
"Hello Padawan," Bastila said formally. The boy nodded, but did not say a word.
"Urgent Council business I have. Watch over Padawan Skywalker you will." Yoda stumped off before Bastila could reply.
"Well then come in and make yourself at home," Bastila told the boy. Silently she cursed the little green Jedi Master. Who was she to look after a Padawan? She was no master, despite what Master Yoda said, and she painfully remember the last time she had been entrusted with the care of a Padawan.
"Thank-you for taking time out of your busy schedule to look after me while my master is away," Anakin said as he entered the room.
Bastila noticed how formal the boy's speech was. It was as if he was saying what he thought he was expect to say, not what he truly felt. It was something Bastila knew well from her own days as an apprentice and Padawan. "Oh nonsense, I was getting bored looking through old records. It's nice to have a chance to meet such a promising young Jedi like yourself." She was astounded by how strong the Force was with Anakin. With the proper training and time she was sure he would be a match for even Revan.
"What do you want to teach me while we kill time until master Yoda returns?" Anakin asked in an almost sullen voice.
Bastila was surprised at the amount of anger that lay beneath the boy's words. She was about to chide him for his poor attitude, but held back. She remembered he own time as a Padawan. He was strong with the Force and he knew it. Nothing she said would change the boy's attitude. "Why don't you start by telling me a little about yourself." Bastila motioned for Anakin to sit down on one of the ouches in the apartment.
Anakin sat down and began to talk about his experiences since joining the Order. Bastila noticed that he never referred to his life before the Order. She wondered if that was the cause of the anger and fear that bubbled in him. She was also curious why Anakin had not been taught to control those emotions better, for a Padawan of his power his grasp of his emotions was very raw.
Everything about Anakin seemed off to Bastila. It was obvious that the Council expected great things from him, yet he was being trained by a neophyte master. Bastila remembered her training had been overseen by a senior member of the Order. Revan also received the same treatment. Bastila quickly decided that there was more to the boy's story than he was willing to tell, or knew.
"So tell me, why do you want to be a Jedi?" Bastila asked when Anakin finished talking.
"That's easy, a Jedi fights for those who can't fight for themselves. I want to bring justice to the Galaxy."
There was something about the way Anakin explain himself that gave Bastila a chill. He sounded too much like Revan before his fall, or herself if she was honest about it. "I was thinking we might have a little history lesson. Tell me, what do you know about Jedi Revan/"
"He was an ancient Jedi who defeated the Mandalorians and then fell to the Dark Side," Anakin recited.
Bastila nodded and sat down across from Anakin. "That's right, do you know why he fell?"
Anakin shrugged, "He found an artifact of the Dark Side that corrupted him?"
Bastila shook her head. "No he was already on the path to the Dark Side before he sought out the Star Forge."
"Then let me guess, it was because he was headstrong and didn't listen to his master?" Anakin sarcastically offered.
"Whatever makes you think I would say something that trite?" Bastila countered. "No Revan fell because of his desire to do good. It was his zeal to defeat the Mandalorians that doomed him."
"So you're saying he shouldn't have fought the Mandalorians? But weren't they closed to destroying the Republic?"
"It is true the Republic was loosing the war and that Revan turned the tide. However the tactics Revan used were brutal and the cost in lives after he and Malak became Sith eclipsed even the Mandalorians. Revan came within a hair's breadth of shattering the Republic, and all because he wanted to save it."
"Then should I just stand by and do nothing for fear of falling to the Dark Side if I act?"
"I did not say that. You should always do what you think is right, but you also need to understand that we all walk the path to the Dark Side, and you need to be ever vigilant that you do not stray too far down that path."
Anakin nodded, "I will keep that in mind." Bastila could see that the young Padawan was not convinced by what she said.
"Query: Will you be needing my services tonight or can I shut down?" HK-47 asked from his alcove.
Anakin turned and saw HK-47 for the first time. "Oh you have a droid." He walked over to HK and examined the droid.
"Cautionary: Touch me and lose an arm meat bag."
Anakin stared at HK-47 in surprise. "I've never heard a droid say that. I've also never seen a droid like this." He turned to face Bastila, "What is it?"
"Annoyance: If you have a question about this unit please direct them to me."
Anakin regained his composure and looked at HK-47. "Alright then, what are you?"
"Statement: I am KH-74, advanced diplomacy droid." Bastila was relieved that HK understood the need to stay incognito.
"I know every model of droid in the galaxy, why haven't I heard of your designation?"
"Explanation: Because I am a custom creation of my master, Aarn Delwynn."
"You're not a diplomacy droid, you're built for combat. I can tell by your armor plating."
"Explanation: When diplomacy fails force is often required to achieve your objective. My master felt it best that I could defend myself in those situations."
Bastila watched as Anakin continued to talk to HK-47. She prepared herself to intervene when the boy's attempts at prodding the droid provoked the inevitable hostile reaction. Much to her surprise HK-47 relented and let Anakin examine a few of his subsystems. Bastila hoped the droid had sense enough to keep the boy away from his memory core.
"So Anakin, you like droids?" Bastila asked in an attempt to make conversation.
"I like anything mechanical," Anakin replied. "You know where you stand with machines. You can predict how they'll behave and repair them when they break. They're not like sentients who lie and hurt people for no reason."
"Statement: When a droid acts it's always for a reason," HK-47 added. Bastila noticed that the droid said nothing about lying or hurting.
The door chimed and Master Windu entered the room. "Anakin, Master Yoda would like you to see him in the meditation room."
Anakin bowed and began to walk out of the room. "Master Kyja, would it be ok if I stopped by later to visit KH?"
"I suppose that's up to KH," Bastila replied.
"Statement: Stop by anytime young organic." He looked at Bastila, "Clarification: The little meat bag has an almost droid-like way about him when he's working on my servos."
"Well, you heard the droid. Come by whenever you want. Now I suspect Master Yoda doesn't want to be kept waiting." Anakin nodded and ran out of the room. Bastila waited until the door closed before she addressed Windu. "What was that all about? I know there are plenty of people available to baby-sit the boy. Why me?"
"Master Yoda wanted you to spend time with Anakin," Windu explained. "He was curious what your impressions are."
"Of Anakin? He's power, given the time and training he could challenge Revan..." she trailed off.
"But?"
"I'm hesitant to mention it, but are you sure it is wise to leave the training of such a powerful student in the hands of a green master?"
"You don't think Master Kenobi can properly train Anakin?"
"I think anyone that strong in the Force needs very close supervision from an experience master lest they fall to the Dark Side."
"I recall reading about two Padawans, both strong in the Force, who received their training from the very highest in the Order, yet they both fell to the Dark Side."
Bastila's face colored, "Yes Revan and I did fall, but it was entirely different reasons."
"You and Revan fell because you were young and lacked the wisdom to properly handle the power you could wield," Windu countered.
"Are you saying Anakin will gain that wisdom from Master Kenobi?"
Windu shook his head. "You of all people should know that the wisdom I speak of cannot be taught. That whether or not a person turns to the Dark Side has more to do with the sort of person they are and not with the training they receive." Windu saw the fury that blazed in Bastila's eyes. "Does that trouble you?"
"What do you think?" Bastila shot back. "You just said I am predisposed to the Dark Side. You're completely ignoring the torture Malak put me through to break me."
"But you still turned willingly. Malak's torture helped you along the path, but it was you who rejected the Light." Windu chided Bastila.
"I..." Bastila recalled the conversation she had just had with Anakin. "Yes, you are correct Master Windu," Bastila said as her anger dissolved away and all she was left with was shame.
"Don't be so hard on yourself," Windu said in a softer tone. "You had the strength of character to turn back to the Light. That is a significant feat, and one you should be proud of." Windu paused. "In any event Master Kenobi was entrusted with Anakin to honor the dying wish of Master Qui-Gon Jinn, the Jedi who found Anakin."
"But why..." Bastila started to ask.
"Master Jinn knew that Obi-Wan shared his belief in what Anakin represents, something the Council as a whole does not."
"What is that?"
Windu stood silent for a long moment. "It is not my place ot say. All you need to know is that Anakin is special and will play an important role in shaping the galaxy for years to come."
Bastila could tell she wasn't going to get anything more from Windu. "You're talking an awfully big risk with this boy. I hope you know what you're doing/"
"Believe me," Windu sighed. "I do too. Now if you'll excuse me I have taken up far too much of your time. Windu bowed and walked out of the apartment.
Bastila looked over at HK-47 and sighed. "Time is something I have far too much of."
Elsewhere on Coruscant a tall, gaunt man entered the chambers of Darth Sidious. "What news my apprentice?" Sidious asked.
"My Lord Sidious," Darth Tyrannus said in a deep resonant voice. "We have word from Captain Brecktan. He has reached Kashyyyk and is beginning his search."
"Excellent, tell Captain Brecktan to conduct the search as quickly as possible. I might have another use for him when he is done with this mission."
"I will make sure that he gets the message," Tryannus promised. "My lord, there is another matter. We received a message from Korriban."
"Korriban? They are not supposed to transmit to Coruscant."
"They know that, but there were special circumstance. A ship landed on Dreshdae."
"Smugglers?"
"The ship is registered with the Jedi Order," Tyrannus cautiously said.
"The Jedi?" Sidious hissed. "How many?"
"Two. Our observer was unable to identify one, but the other was master Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker's master."
"So Kenobi left Skywalker behind...they are hunting us Tyrannus. The other Jedi is undoubtedly a master as well. Did they find the valley?"
"Yes and they entered the Tomb of Naga Sadow."
Sidious fought down his anger at the thought of the Jedi disturbing Sith holy ground. "But they did not find the new Academy?"
"No they went straight to the tomb and left the planet as soon as they were finished."
Sidious filed that information away for later consideration. "If they found the tomb then it would be safe to assume they uncovered the Nar Shadaa connection. Have it take care of, but do not use your pet bounty hunter. He has other business to attend to and we cannot risk the Jedi finding him at this point."
"I will take care of the matter," Tyrannus promised. He turned on his heel and strode out of the chamber.
Sidious contemplated this latest development. Something told him that the unknown Jedi was connected with the mystery ship docked at the temple. He did not know what it was, but something about that ship was spurring the Jedi to action. Sidious was determined to find out what it was and deal with it in whatever way was necessary. He was far too close to obtaining his goal to do anything less.
-to be continued-
A/N: That's all there is for now, expect Chapter 7 in about two weeks or so.
by: Sam Lincoln
Rating: PG
Summary: Will Trouble ever let a pair of Jedi Knights be?
Spoilers: If you haven't finished the game you'll be damn lost.
Trouble: Chapter SixBastila growled in frustration at the computer terminal in front of her. She was trying to look up information on her friends and had met with little luck. Carth and Juhani had extensive records of their exploits after the destruction of the Star Forge, but the rest had simply faded into history. Bastila supposed that was how they wanted it, but it frustrated her efforts to find some connection to her past. She looked around the too spacious apartment the Council provided her in the Temple and sighed. She knew the real source of her discontent did not lie in four thousand year old records, but with something closer to home. Revan's latest communiqué said that he and Master Kenobi had discovered a possible lead to the identity of the Sith, but little more than that. She hoped that the pair would return to Coruscant to report their findings on Korriban, but Master Yoda decided it would be better if they instead went straight to Nar Shaddaa and gave a full report later.
Ordinarily Bastila would not have minded. A Jedi serves at the whims of the Council and personal preference was a secondary concern. However times were far from ordinary and the truth of the matter was that Bastila felt very much alone without Revan. She chided herself over it, but her emotional side remained fixed on the fact that she was very much out of place, and Revan was one of the few links left to her old life.
"Statement: I am most displeased with the master's latest report. I would feel much better if I was at his side protecting his frail organic body from meat bag treachery," HK-47 said from the corner of the room he was standing in.
Bastila sighed, HK-47 was one of the other links; a fact she did not appreciate. She also was not comfortable with the knowledge that the two of them agreed on something. "I know how you feel HK, but Revan has to keep a low profile, and you are hardly low profile."
"Correction: On the contrary miss, I am here because of you."
"Wait, what, go over that again." In all the time she had known the droid it had never referred to her in a respectful manner.
"Explanation: Before he left Master Revan gave me new orders. I am charged with your protection, and in the event something should happen to Revan you will be my new master."
"And what are your feelings about that? You must know I don't like you."
"Statement: My feelings are irrelevant. I can only do what my master orders. If that means placing myself in the care of a meat bag such as yourself then that is my lot in life."
Bastila paused, she had never heard such fatalism in a droid before. "I find it hard to believe that a droid as deadly as you would stand for such a thing."
"Statement: You flatter me miss, but my programming is quite inflexible on the subject. I must obey my master."
"Well it hardly matters since Revan will be returning from this mission unharmed."
"Agreement: yes the master does exhibit remarkable survival skills...for a meat bag."
"But in the event something does happen to him I promise I will refrain from having your core personality altered. It's what Revan would want." Before HK-47 could reply Bastila felt the presence of two Force sensitives outside her room. "Someone is coming, we'll discuss this later."
"Query: Should I go on alert?"
"Of course not, just be quiet, and don't talk about blasting meat bags," she ordered the droid.
The door chime beeped and when Bastila opened the door she saw Master Yoda with a boy in his teens. "Master Kyja, my apologies for disturbing your meditation, but meet someone I want you to."
"It is no trouble at all Master Yoda, please come in."
"Time to stay I have not. Here to introduce you is all. Master Kyja present to you Anakin Skywalker, Master Kenobi's Padawan he is."
"Hello Padawan," Bastila said formally. The boy nodded, but did not say a word.
"Urgent Council business I have. Watch over Padawan Skywalker you will." Yoda stumped off before Bastila could reply.
"Well then come in and make yourself at home," Bastila told the boy. Silently she cursed the little green Jedi Master. Who was she to look after a Padawan? She was no master, despite what Master Yoda said, and she painfully remember the last time she had been entrusted with the care of a Padawan.
"Thank-you for taking time out of your busy schedule to look after me while my master is away," Anakin said as he entered the room.
Bastila noticed how formal the boy's speech was. It was as if he was saying what he thought he was expect to say, not what he truly felt. It was something Bastila knew well from her own days as an apprentice and Padawan. "Oh nonsense, I was getting bored looking through old records. It's nice to have a chance to meet such a promising young Jedi like yourself." She was astounded by how strong the Force was with Anakin. With the proper training and time she was sure he would be a match for even Revan.
"What do you want to teach me while we kill time until master Yoda returns?" Anakin asked in an almost sullen voice.
Bastila was surprised at the amount of anger that lay beneath the boy's words. She was about to chide him for his poor attitude, but held back. She remembered he own time as a Padawan. He was strong with the Force and he knew it. Nothing she said would change the boy's attitude. "Why don't you start by telling me a little about yourself." Bastila motioned for Anakin to sit down on one of the ouches in the apartment.
Anakin sat down and began to talk about his experiences since joining the Order. Bastila noticed that he never referred to his life before the Order. She wondered if that was the cause of the anger and fear that bubbled in him. She was also curious why Anakin had not been taught to control those emotions better, for a Padawan of his power his grasp of his emotions was very raw.
Everything about Anakin seemed off to Bastila. It was obvious that the Council expected great things from him, yet he was being trained by a neophyte master. Bastila remembered her training had been overseen by a senior member of the Order. Revan also received the same treatment. Bastila quickly decided that there was more to the boy's story than he was willing to tell, or knew.
"So tell me, why do you want to be a Jedi?" Bastila asked when Anakin finished talking.
"That's easy, a Jedi fights for those who can't fight for themselves. I want to bring justice to the Galaxy."
There was something about the way Anakin explain himself that gave Bastila a chill. He sounded too much like Revan before his fall, or herself if she was honest about it. "I was thinking we might have a little history lesson. Tell me, what do you know about Jedi Revan/"
"He was an ancient Jedi who defeated the Mandalorians and then fell to the Dark Side," Anakin recited.
Bastila nodded and sat down across from Anakin. "That's right, do you know why he fell?"
Anakin shrugged, "He found an artifact of the Dark Side that corrupted him?"
Bastila shook her head. "No he was already on the path to the Dark Side before he sought out the Star Forge."
"Then let me guess, it was because he was headstrong and didn't listen to his master?" Anakin sarcastically offered.
"Whatever makes you think I would say something that trite?" Bastila countered. "No Revan fell because of his desire to do good. It was his zeal to defeat the Mandalorians that doomed him."
"So you're saying he shouldn't have fought the Mandalorians? But weren't they closed to destroying the Republic?"
"It is true the Republic was loosing the war and that Revan turned the tide. However the tactics Revan used were brutal and the cost in lives after he and Malak became Sith eclipsed even the Mandalorians. Revan came within a hair's breadth of shattering the Republic, and all because he wanted to save it."
"Then should I just stand by and do nothing for fear of falling to the Dark Side if I act?"
"I did not say that. You should always do what you think is right, but you also need to understand that we all walk the path to the Dark Side, and you need to be ever vigilant that you do not stray too far down that path."
Anakin nodded, "I will keep that in mind." Bastila could see that the young Padawan was not convinced by what she said.
"Query: Will you be needing my services tonight or can I shut down?" HK-47 asked from his alcove.
Anakin turned and saw HK-47 for the first time. "Oh you have a droid." He walked over to HK and examined the droid.
"Cautionary: Touch me and lose an arm meat bag."
Anakin stared at HK-47 in surprise. "I've never heard a droid say that. I've also never seen a droid like this." He turned to face Bastila, "What is it?"
"Annoyance: If you have a question about this unit please direct them to me."
Anakin regained his composure and looked at HK-47. "Alright then, what are you?"
"Statement: I am KH-74, advanced diplomacy droid." Bastila was relieved that HK understood the need to stay incognito.
"I know every model of droid in the galaxy, why haven't I heard of your designation?"
"Explanation: Because I am a custom creation of my master, Aarn Delwynn."
"You're not a diplomacy droid, you're built for combat. I can tell by your armor plating."
"Explanation: When diplomacy fails force is often required to achieve your objective. My master felt it best that I could defend myself in those situations."
Bastila watched as Anakin continued to talk to HK-47. She prepared herself to intervene when the boy's attempts at prodding the droid provoked the inevitable hostile reaction. Much to her surprise HK-47 relented and let Anakin examine a few of his subsystems. Bastila hoped the droid had sense enough to keep the boy away from his memory core.
"So Anakin, you like droids?" Bastila asked in an attempt to make conversation.
"I like anything mechanical," Anakin replied. "You know where you stand with machines. You can predict how they'll behave and repair them when they break. They're not like sentients who lie and hurt people for no reason."
"Statement: When a droid acts it's always for a reason," HK-47 added. Bastila noticed that the droid said nothing about lying or hurting.
The door chimed and Master Windu entered the room. "Anakin, Master Yoda would like you to see him in the meditation room."
Anakin bowed and began to walk out of the room. "Master Kyja, would it be ok if I stopped by later to visit KH?"
"I suppose that's up to KH," Bastila replied.
"Statement: Stop by anytime young organic." He looked at Bastila, "Clarification: The little meat bag has an almost droid-like way about him when he's working on my servos."
"Well, you heard the droid. Come by whenever you want. Now I suspect Master Yoda doesn't want to be kept waiting." Anakin nodded and ran out of the room. Bastila waited until the door closed before she addressed Windu. "What was that all about? I know there are plenty of people available to baby-sit the boy. Why me?"
"Master Yoda wanted you to spend time with Anakin," Windu explained. "He was curious what your impressions are."
"Of Anakin? He's power, given the time and training he could challenge Revan..." she trailed off.
"But?"
"I'm hesitant to mention it, but are you sure it is wise to leave the training of such a powerful student in the hands of a green master?"
"You don't think Master Kenobi can properly train Anakin?"
"I think anyone that strong in the Force needs very close supervision from an experience master lest they fall to the Dark Side."
"I recall reading about two Padawans, both strong in the Force, who received their training from the very highest in the Order, yet they both fell to the Dark Side."
Bastila's face colored, "Yes Revan and I did fall, but it was entirely different reasons."
"You and Revan fell because you were young and lacked the wisdom to properly handle the power you could wield," Windu countered.
"Are you saying Anakin will gain that wisdom from Master Kenobi?"
Windu shook his head. "You of all people should know that the wisdom I speak of cannot be taught. That whether or not a person turns to the Dark Side has more to do with the sort of person they are and not with the training they receive." Windu saw the fury that blazed in Bastila's eyes. "Does that trouble you?"
"What do you think?" Bastila shot back. "You just said I am predisposed to the Dark Side. You're completely ignoring the torture Malak put me through to break me."
"But you still turned willingly. Malak's torture helped you along the path, but it was you who rejected the Light." Windu chided Bastila.
"I..." Bastila recalled the conversation she had just had with Anakin. "Yes, you are correct Master Windu," Bastila said as her anger dissolved away and all she was left with was shame.
"Don't be so hard on yourself," Windu said in a softer tone. "You had the strength of character to turn back to the Light. That is a significant feat, and one you should be proud of." Windu paused. "In any event Master Kenobi was entrusted with Anakin to honor the dying wish of Master Qui-Gon Jinn, the Jedi who found Anakin."
"But why..." Bastila started to ask.
"Master Jinn knew that Obi-Wan shared his belief in what Anakin represents, something the Council as a whole does not."
"What is that?"
Windu stood silent for a long moment. "It is not my place ot say. All you need to know is that Anakin is special and will play an important role in shaping the galaxy for years to come."
Bastila could tell she wasn't going to get anything more from Windu. "You're talking an awfully big risk with this boy. I hope you know what you're doing/"
"Believe me," Windu sighed. "I do too. Now if you'll excuse me I have taken up far too much of your time. Windu bowed and walked out of the apartment.
Bastila looked over at HK-47 and sighed. "Time is something I have far too much of."
Elsewhere on Coruscant a tall, gaunt man entered the chambers of Darth Sidious. "What news my apprentice?" Sidious asked.
"My Lord Sidious," Darth Tyrannus said in a deep resonant voice. "We have word from Captain Brecktan. He has reached Kashyyyk and is beginning his search."
"Excellent, tell Captain Brecktan to conduct the search as quickly as possible. I might have another use for him when he is done with this mission."
"I will make sure that he gets the message," Tryannus promised. "My lord, there is another matter. We received a message from Korriban."
"Korriban? They are not supposed to transmit to Coruscant."
"They know that, but there were special circumstance. A ship landed on Dreshdae."
"Smugglers?"
"The ship is registered with the Jedi Order," Tyrannus cautiously said.
"The Jedi?" Sidious hissed. "How many?"
"Two. Our observer was unable to identify one, but the other was master Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker's master."
"So Kenobi left Skywalker behind...they are hunting us Tyrannus. The other Jedi is undoubtedly a master as well. Did they find the valley?"
"Yes and they entered the Tomb of Naga Sadow."
Sidious fought down his anger at the thought of the Jedi disturbing Sith holy ground. "But they did not find the new Academy?"
"No they went straight to the tomb and left the planet as soon as they were finished."
Sidious filed that information away for later consideration. "If they found the tomb then it would be safe to assume they uncovered the Nar Shadaa connection. Have it take care of, but do not use your pet bounty hunter. He has other business to attend to and we cannot risk the Jedi finding him at this point."
"I will take care of the matter," Tyrannus promised. He turned on his heel and strode out of the chamber.
Sidious contemplated this latest development. Something told him that the unknown Jedi was connected with the mystery ship docked at the temple. He did not know what it was, but something about that ship was spurring the Jedi to action. Sidious was determined to find out what it was and deal with it in whatever way was necessary. He was far too close to obtaining his goal to do anything less.
-to be continued-
A/N: That's all there is for now, expect Chapter 7 in about two weeks or so.