Note: Warning: Contains multiple swear words, just so you know.
Chapter 11: Discussions and the Tracer
After Vader heard the keycard keepers news he rushed back to the Jedi temple and to Yoda, he told him everything and they came to a decision. They would need to go to Kashyyyk. But in order to do that they would have to consult with Mon Mothma, the wookies have had bad relations with the new Republic since the Empire enslaved most of them and nearly wiped the rest out.
XxX
Vader and Yoda sat in front of Mon Mothma's desk ready to tell her.
" We have tracked the woman Xen by letting her escape and we believe she has led us to Traya." Vader said through wisps of mechanical breath.
" And where is she?" Mon Mothma asked gravely.
" Kashyyyk." Vader said.
" KASHYYYK!" Mon Mothma cried. " Lord Vader have you any idea what kind of situation that puts us in!"
" Yes. That may be why she chose it."
" Lord Vader if you go there the wookies will attack you! You may be forced to kill them."
" The wookies would not dare." Vader said. " No, there are to few now. They fled to the mountains when the Empire came, the last of them anyways."
" Mm, but a problem there is." Yoda said. " Information on where Traya is hiding we need. The wookies, help us with it they could."
" I agree." Mon Mothma said. " But when they see the Imperial ships coming down they'll go into a raging frenzy."
" Good relations with the wookies I had." Yoda said. " And if Tarrful is still leader then a chance we may have."
" Very well." Mon Mothma sighed. " When will you be leaving?"
" Now."
XxX
Xen had recently been having a drink and discussion about their old deal with Xizor. She was no walking down the corridors on the mountain base lost in though. A guard brushed past her and the barrel of his gun whacked her sleeve hard. There was a buzz and a hole burned into her cat suit.
" Damn it." She muttered her face contorted in rage. The guard turned to look at her.
The small fire stopped and her arm had a nasty burn on it, she ignored the pain though for she saw a little piece of metal stick between the layers of leather. She grabbed it and pulled it out, it kind of looked like half a computer chip.
" That's an interstellar tracer, that is!" Cried the guard.
" A WHAT!" Screeched Xen lifting the man high of the ground by grabbing his neck.
" A-A t-t-tracer! P-pinpoints y-your location f-f-for someone!"
" Vader." She muttered dropping the man. She ran back toward Xizor's throne room. She reached the security locked doors and typed in the code. They slid open to reveal a huge room. It was like an old Imperial throne room. The chair and desk were the same and were up on a raised platform. There was a situation table in the middle and catwalks above. Xizor was sitting the in throne facing Traya who was opposite him. The two were talking over the desk.
" Traya!" Xen cried. Both Traya and Xizor's head snapped around to look at Xen.
" Yes?" Traya asked.
" They tracked us!"
" What?"
" They implanted a tracer in my sleeve and tracked us here damn it!"
" Let me see that." Traya said extending her hand. An invisible rope snatched the scrap of metal out of Xen's hand and it landed in Traya's. Xen walked up next to her.
" Ah, yes." Xizor said. " Those are Imperial made tracers. Used a few myself."
" Can they have found us?" Traya asked.
" I'm afraid so." Xizor said.
" WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?" Cried Xen.
" Nothing." Traya said, Xizor's eyebrow rose and Xen looked about ready to murder someone. " This could in fact, work to our advantage."
" Excuse me?" Xen said.
" Vader will come here and die, its as simple as that."
" Well if I may point something out to you, last time you two fought he killed you, isn't that right?"
" Yes…"
" Then why should this time be any different. Killed you once, he'll do it again!"
" We'll see."
" Yeah, we'll see and you'll die!"
" Silence! You will speak no more on this matter." Traya said raising her voice, her eyes turned from milky white to metallic black/red. " Vader will come and we will kill him."
