Ever so soon, I'm back with Ch.3! YAY FOR ME!… Anyway. Some things I mentioned in the last 2 chapters may of confused you, so here goes. In the first paragraph of Ch.1, I mentioned Teron and Rye. Rye is his twin, he's not in this story, but I'm thinking of making one about him later. And in Ch.2, Dorvan was a Bothan. Bothans are humanoids with fur and an animal-like face, though very erect. Okay, being quiet now, read on!

Garm Bel Iblis was one of three Senators that led the Rebellion, and was very outright. He argued with fellow leader Mon Mothma, believing she would try and rule the Empire if the Emperor fell. Only Bail Organa kept a force between the two, and when he died, there was chaos. When the Empire fell, Bel Iblis was yet again the Corellian Senator until recently, when he retired. He was the president of the Seers and was sure to know something about Cobral and Hiar.

An air taxi took Teron and Besko to Bel Iblis' home in Coruscant, a manor just outside of the Senatorial residences. After paying the driver, Teron pressed the button that alerted Bel Iblis he had visitors, and the door slid open almost immediately. An extremely old man looked at their tunics and smiled. "Jedi, eh? Come in, come in!"

The Jedi did so, glancing at the finery as Bel Iblis poured jama juice for the three of them.

"Now, what can I do to help you, Master Jedi?" The old man asked, sinking back into his chair.

"We're investigating the murders of Senators Hiar and Cobral. Since they were both Seers, we thought there might be a chain somewhere. Was there anything special about Hiar or Cobral?"

His expression somber now, nodded and said, "You're talking to the right man there. I'm now the oldest Corellian alive, at 102, so there isn't much I can do for the Seers anymore. I just observe and approve. I was grooming Brun to be my successor, and he was a very bright man."

"And Zana?" Besko prodded.

"She was just as brilliant, always having an idea or topic to bring up every meeting."

"Did they mention anything important before…"

The old man stroked his beard, thinking back to the last time he had seen Cobral and Hiar. "Well, yes, come to think of it."

Teron excitedly leaned forward in his chair. This was the information they needed! "What? What was it?"

"Well, Zana, Brun, and Alajin Ven of Telos found some evidence that someone or some group was stockpiling metals and making them into battle droids. But just when the Seers were thinking about submitting the proof to Chancellor Solo, Zana was killed. And now Brun is gone. I'd tell you to talk to Alajin, but he's back home at a rally on Telos."

" I cannot begin to tell you how grateful we are for this information! Alajin will probably be next! There's not a moment to lose! Come, Besko."

Teron and Besko raced out of Bel Iblis' home, hailing another air taxi to their landing platform.

Besko climbed into his Master's ship, Faith in the Force, a sort of modified A-Wing with more room and weapons, while Teron made a systems check.

"Everything's working, Padawan. Ready yourself for takeoff!"

The ship soared past Coruscant's atmosphere, prepared for the lightspeed jump and… THOOM! The Faith was off, it's occupants hoping they would be quick enough to save the life of Alajinn Ven.

-And voila, it is finished! Okay, yeah, I noticed it was way too short, but my next chapter will be longer. Ch.4 will be here soon, wait patiently, Kowakian Monkey Lizards!-SF12