Agen looked at the information the Shadows had gathered, it was not much but it was a start. Going to Plo Koon's quarters he sat down outside his friends anti-ox chamber where the Kel Dor was eating. The older man looked at his young friend, "What is troubling you Agen?"

Sighing, "Plo, I'm not sure what to do to help Chaos." Leaning back against the pillows of his chair, "He told me that there are two more members of their family, Zabrack children, out there but there only seems to be rumors about them."

Plo's attention sharpened but Agen only knew it because of their long friendship. He calmly asked, "What are these rumors?"

Releasing his frustration into the force, "Colored children behind enemy lines, just glimpses of them. Or a tortured soul hearing the laughter of a child as if being mocked in their agony." Looking down at his twisted hands, "Nothing solid to hold onto, and Chaos is still learning if he can trust me."

Watching the younger man Plo answered, "There is more."

Agen nodded, "Chaos said his brother was killed when 'his mate was pregnant as it always is'." Looking back at his friend, "On Dathomir the only ones who do that is a heretic group of witches that follow the dark side and deaths are never easy." Sighing sadly with sinking shoulders, "Nothing about their lives is easy."

Having finished his meal Plo exited the chamber with his mask and goggles back on, "It is not your fault Agen." Sitting down next to his friend and laying a clawed hand on his right shoulder, "You are trying to help their lives be better."

"I know Plo," looking at him, "but how am I supposed to make it better when Chaos doesn't trust me enough to tell me anything that helps?"

A clawed hand started to gently stroke his horns and he leaned into it, "You will find a way Agen." Plo's voice rumbled kindly, "You always do."