Summary: The pesky Czerka are served a decree. Review please?
Chapter Three: Czerka
"Well, it seems there is irrefutable evidence of what's going on here. Anakin, take this data-pad back to the ship and send Master Windu all the holocrons we've recorded," Obi Wan ordered.
"Yes, Master," Anakin bowed and took leave. Obi Wan waved to Ulrik, beckoning him.
"You needed me Obi Wan?"
"I think we're all done here .Tonight, or perhaps even tomorrow, whenever we receive command from the Counsel, we'll visit Czerka." Obi Wan looked around the camp with a glint in his eye. "All of these people are magnificent. The sole purpose they are here is to protect some, 500,000 Viilka, only native to this very moon." Ulrik smiled very wide, and after averting his eyes from Obi Wan, confided.
"It's all because of a magnificent woman. Jayne; she is the one who rallied all of these people, who paid their transport tickets here, and who made it possible for this camp to even exist," he explained in an unusual air. Obi Wan at first was baffled by Ulrik's aura, and then grinned in understanding. Patting Ulrik on the back, Obi Wan chuckled.
"Well, then, she'll make a magnificent match for a magnificent man like you, Ulrik." The dark haired man coyly smiled but it quickly turned to a crestfallen expression.
"She is indifferent," he quickly and dejectedly replied as Jayne sauntered towards them with a very self-satisfied look about her.
"Hello there, you two. I'm so glad all of our work here is paying off. Well, I suppose it isn't paying off, because we had nothing to do with the Counsel sending their best Jedi to sort things out here, but at least something is being done about all this," she mused. "Anyway! Are you two off then?"
"Yes, I'm afraid so," Ulrik nodded his head.
"Well, Jayne, it was lovely to see you again, and I wish you the best of luck in all your endeavors," Obi Wan shook her hand.
"Well, maybe I'll run into you again, somewhere out in the galaxy…"
"Do you mean you aren't staying here?" Ulrik desperately queried.
"No. Not if Czerka is ordered to abandon Sorna."
"Well, what if Czerka comes here to nap more Viilka?"
"That is highly unlikely, Ulrik. The fuel costs more than any possible profit they could make from Viilka. Why would they waste the money?"
Ulrik composed himself and insincerely chuckled. "Let's be off then, Obi Wan."
The two men walked quietly the entire way back to the Dantu Estate. Upon arriving, Ulrik patted Obi Wan on the shoulder. "It was nice to see you, old friend, but I must leave. I'm needed on D'Aryia, at the military base."
"Thank you, Ulrik. May the Force be with you." As Obi Wan stood on the dock, watching Ulrik's ship leave, Anakin stepped towards him.
"Master, I've received word from the Counsel. They've issued a decree forcing Czerka to abandon Sorna, under penalty of being tried for treason. Here it is, on this datapad." Anakin handed him the slim metal pad.
"Thank you, Anakin. We'll make our way there tomorrow."
"Master, who was that Jayne woman?" Obi Wan contemplated the question for a moment.
"She was a Padawan I knew. A mutual friend of mine and Siri Tachi's," Obi Wan felt a pang in his chest as he repeated that name, but continued. "She left the order when we, all three of us, were just 17. She felt they held her back. Not in an arrogant sort of way, she just felt like there was so much life to be lived and that she was missing too much of it. So she went to the Counsel and gave them her light saber. I never saw her again until today."
"Was she tempted by the dark side? Is that why she felt held back?"
"No, I don't think so. I believe she was lonely."
Obi Wan and Anakin exited Czerka quietly. "Well, that was a lot easier that I thought it would be, Master."
"Being accused of treason is no picnic. There are grave consequences, Anakin."
"I understand."
"We are staying another night, to ensure that Czerka has evacuated completely."
"Yes, Master. If I could suggest, we should inform the vigilante camp of our progress."
"I think you are right, Anakin. Shall we?" He gestured towards the village, "Now?"