Hey hey! I feel so bad about taking so long on posting another chapter. I hope none are mad and to make up for the wasted time, I will post two chapters! One tonight and one in the morning! Am I in the clear now? Hehe, I hope so! Ok, yet another chapter my dears and just to let you know there is about seven to ten more chapters left in the story! Aw, it will soon be all over! How sad! Ok, here ya go!

The day of morning for the young padawan was short lived and his ceremony quick. Time needed to be spent on finding General Grevous. Separatist forces were advancing and now threatened life on the Wookie inhabited Kasshyykk. With Master Yoda at their side, the Wookies didn't have much worry. Another rumor that floated about was of Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. He was sent to Outapar to continue his search for the devious general.

Back at the Jedi Temple things were still not flowing smoothly. Political situations were growing and no leads to the missing Senator were discovered. Many thought that this was a case best left alone. Who would think that the elderly Senator was still breathing?

Klip gazed out onto the rising sun from his balcony. The two days were hard. No sound came bounding from his padawan's quarters. It was strange to find how hard he missed Ze. He felt responsible.

The sound of the door did not dawn upon him. Foot steps sounded upon the sitting room and out onto the balcony. He turned to see who it was but his face turned sour. "Get out."

"No Klip." Yunda closed her eyes then opened them. She needed to talk with him. There was to be no tension between them; she could not bear it "I will not be silent."

"Then go and talk to the wall. It will be more interested to hear what you have to say then me!" He snapped.

"I don't blame you for being angered but there was just no other way. Everyone agreed." Before he could interrupt, she raised a hand. "Yes, I talked with the council."

"What about? Everything?"

"I had to Klip. There was no way I could stay at the temple in the state I was in. They wanted to know about whom you were but I wouldn't tell them."

"Yunda, your not making any sense."

Her hands were clasped in front of her waist. She wanted to run and hide from his gaze. "Do you remember when we were standing on a balcony so long ago, much like this one?"

Klip remained silent.

"Right then and there I wanted to tell you so much but you weren't ready. Now as I stand here and talk I can see you still aren't. Please don't shut me out. I know when I turned you away… I broke your heart… but at that moment I broke my own. What I said…" She fought back tears. "There had never been…"

She was interrupted by the sliding of the front door. Jedi Master Bant came through the sitting room. Her gaze was turned to the balcony with a bit of confusion at the solemn faces. Bowing, she smiled. "Morning. We dug up some research on the name you gave us Klip. I wish we could say we have a lead but your bounty hunter… her body was discovered in an alley. Blaster to the face and attempted suffocation. The funny thing is… there are no finger prints but her own."

Yunda turned her face away. "What an awful way to go."

There was an awkward silence which Bant took the liberty to fill. "We have been trying to find out who the bounty hunter worked for but nothing is turning up. All that we can link to her name is Gin LaHouch. That was given by a shady figure that will remain anonymous."

"So there is really nothing to go by. Every day adds to the suspicions of death." Klip added.

"Oh no, he's not dead! I can feel him." He voice grew weaker by the moment. Bant stared at Yunda in confusion but Klip understood. It was hard not to feel like a Jedi in these surroundings. "Trust me."

Bant glanced to Klip with hopelessness on her face. She was sent to help out with the mission on retrieving the Senator but she didn't feel lead to do so. Being with the younglings was where she felt comfort. "That's all I have for now. Were trying our best Lady Thordina but with the Clone Wars…"

"I understand and thank you." Yunda watched Bant bow once more to Klip then turn on her heel to leave. Her lips were pressed together. "Klip, I want to help you find him. No one knows Gavja like I do and maybe…"

"You should not get involved with Jedi affairs."

"I am involved for he is my husband and the father of my children. Please, let me help. You and your padawan risked your life to save my children. Klip, I feel sorrow that he had to die."

"He died honorably."

"And so he did but let us finish this so he didn't die for a lost cause."

He turned to her with his eyes full of hurt yet they were bursting at the seams with youth. "If I do this, will you tell me everything?"

Yunda gazed back into his. "I will. I promise."

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Klip thought it best to go back to the apartment and search through Gavja's things. The curious Yunda was more then accepting of the idea. Both of them went back after the luncheon meal.

It was so strange not to hear Azul's giggles and Flay's sighs. Serafina had stayed at the temple in order to keep a watchful eye on the children. And so it was just the Jedi and the Senator's wife. Yunda was a bit hesitant to go back into her bed room but she led Klip there anyway. "Through here. Gavja doesn't have an office since he finds them too stuffy."

"He keeps everything at home?"

"Yes, in that drawer over there but I don't know how useful it will be; most of his contacts of those of the Senate."

"People of the Senate are those that should be trusted the least."

Yunda began to riffle through some papers while Klip rummaged through the tiny hand held computer. It was weird to be conversing back and forth without tears or lashing words. Talks like this had become only a memory to her but then again it was mostly business. "You don't trust the Senate?"

"Never, and I don't plan on starting." Klip was silent for a few moments. His face showed no signs of old age yet when he knitted his brow, there were wrinkles. "Your husband was a Republican right?"

She tilted her head in confusion. "As far as I know. He did speak of chances that the Republic was not what it seemed… but… why do you ask?"

"There are long lists of Separatist contacts. Not to mention a wide variety of shipping costs."

"Shipping? What on earth would he ship?"

Klip nodded his head. "I think things are not as they seem, Lady Pumbbala."

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