As the sun now shone brightly in the sky, the Silent Fang landed in the midst of the now desolate plain. The ramp lowered with Terrow descending from it, he smiled as he was reunited with his sisters. "You two look terrible, something tells me you were hit by lightning."

"That and more." Briza muttered a reply, as they approached each other.

Tikala nodded and said in a tired voice. "It was a tough battle, a battle we could easily have lost. I firmly believe we would need assistance in stopping Psiron for good."

Briza would personally have preferred if they could handle this matter internally. Both to boost her standings in the imperial hierarchy and to avoid any prying eyes looking into their family affairs, but she had to admit this task could easily be their undoing. "Although it would risk exposure to our family arrangement, we need reinforcement if we are to succeed."

Terrow thought about the conundrum before speaking calmly. "It's sounds like we need a plan to get some assistance, without any direct imperial involvement."

Briza nodded and replied to the obvious issue. "The question is, how do we do this?"


Terrow was about to reply, when his comm vibrated. After listening to a quick message, he said. "Our sensors have picked up something made of durasteel nearby."

Despite her tiredness, Tikala replied curiously. "Let's go look at it."

After half an hour of searching, both on land and in the air, they found a very worn and battered D5-Mantis patrol craft. It lay camouflaged with bushes and small trees, to avoid detection by air.

"So this is the transport our cursed bounty hunter came in. We should check it's navi computer, it's logs could be valuable." Briza concluded, as she inspected the ship from the outside.

"Be careful! The ship is very likely booby trapped." Terrow quickly warned.

Tikala reached out with the force. "I sense a bomb located at the door."

"Is the door the only danger you sense?" Terrow asked in return.

Tikala searched again to make sure. "Yes." She said with certainty. "The bomb is linked to the access panel."

"I guess a little slicing is in order then." Terrow replied with a grin and went to work.

"Well, have at it." Briza replied, slightly amused.

It took Terrow less than a minute to slice his way into the access panel and unlock it with relative ease. "It's open and safe to come aboard. Ladies first." He said in an inviting manner.

"Thank you sir." Briza played along with a smile. "Let's see what this ship has in store for us." She added, as she and Tikala entered the ship.


Aside from the mostly lime green interior, the oozing smell was the first thing they were introduced to, as they entered the ship. Everything was a mess, all kinds of equipment were scattered all over the ship's two floors. While checking the navi computer, they noticed the barely functional pilot chair, with the stuffing mostly beneath the chair instead of inside of it.

"I don't believe hygiene was a priority of the ship's captain." Tikala remarked, while trying breath as little as possible.

Briza looked at her sister with an expression saying, you don't? "That's an understatement. I say scrap it, or use it in a suicide attack."

"From what I can see so far, the ship is actually in decent shape. A good scrubbing and a new paint job, would be easy credits on the black market on Nar Shaddaa." Terrow pointed out with a smile.

"You do that, I need some fresh air." Briza quickly left the ship for a breather.

Tikala too wanted to leave, but if she could be of use in finding some clues of her master's whereabouts, it would be more than worth it.

"Let's see where this ship has been before." Terrow muttered, as he looked at the display. It quickly became apparent that the ship had been to lots of places. On top of that, it looked like some information had been removed, most likely due to corrupted memory, whether it was made deliberately or by accident, he knew not. "This is a job for Imperial intelligence." he mumbled in a low voice.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Tikala asked, despite not really seeing what use she could be.

"No, not at the moment. I suggest you and Briza get some rest, I'll look over things in the meantime." Terrow said in calm voice.

Tikala nodded in acknowledgment. "In that case, I will leave it all in your capable hands."


Tikala found Briza back on the ship in their shared room, reading some news on a datapad. She was dressed in some loose clothes and soft looking garments.

"Looks like you survived the trash compactor." Briza commented with a soft smile, then added more in serious tone. "Did you uncover anything?"

"Terrow is working hard on the case, it could take a while... And he said we should take a rest in the meantime." Tikala informed in calm voice.

"I have just taken a bath after being on that ship, you should take one too." Briza suggested in a tired but friendly voice.

"That' s sounds delightful." Tikala uttered in a soft relaxing tone. "I properly smell bad anyway."

After making sure that the now sleeping Mathorn was resting well, Tikala went to the refresher to follow her sister's example. "What a day…" she thought to herself, "from locating agents... to hunting a bounty hunter… who transformed into an insane darksider of great power. This Psiron being was my most challenging and dangerous foe so far." She sighed "I hope Terrow finds some clues to my master's whereabouts."

She had to wonder what it would take to stop Psiron face to face. They would need to perfect the force-link technique between all four of them. Next a few other strong willed individuals would most likely be needed as assistance in overpowering the dangerous mind controlling abilities that Psiron possess, not to put aside other dangers that this darksider mostly likely would be capable of.

When Tikala exited the refresher half an hour later, dressed in some borrowed soft light gray colored clothings, now that she had put her jedi robes in for cleaning, she found Terrow talking to two of the twi'leks. "What is our status," she asked curiously.

"Frankly not much to report as of now, I have just uploaded the data from the navi computer to Imperial intelligence. Next I'm going to write a report directly to Darth Deedrah." Terrow informed.

"Let's hope they can piece together the puzzle." Tikala replied in a calm voice.

"I'm quite confident that my colleagues can solve this conundrum. It's only a question of how long it will take them to process the ship's data." Terrow said in earnest.

Tikala smiled as she replied. "That sounds wonderful. Please keep me updated if anything is uncovered."

"I will, you have my word. But as I said earlier, you really should get some rest." Terrow suggested in a semi serious tone.

"Yes sir." Tikala replied in a chipper voice and left for her bedroom.

As Tikala entered her bedroom, she found Briza already well asleep in the over-sized bed, made for two people or more. Tikala decided a lengthy meditation was in order, rather than sleeping. She quietly sat down cross legged on the floor and began her long well deserved relaxing meditation.