Jedi Temple, Tython
Satele Shan poured tea into a mug, then pushed it towards Ursulina. "You're exhausted. It is okay to rest, Ursulina."
"I'm not worried about myself. I'm worried about D'leah." She blew on the tea, contemplating the future, and what Calphayus had said to her. Twins? Well, she and Felix could handle it, but the ship would get very crowded. "She doesn't take care of herself."
"She learned it from the best," Satele teased, her eyes warm and smile welcoming. "But...you've been through a lot. You both need a break."
"I suppose you're right. How is Calphayus doing?"
"Sleeping. He's going to be resting for a long time. He was surprisingly cooperative."
"Maybe I should have D'leah talk to Praven for advice. Perhaps he'll stay on the right path if he meets someone from a similar background."
The two women sat in silence for a while, embracing the peace of the temple. Then Ursulina hesitated. "Satele...did you know about my parents?"
"I had heard...whispers. But it is never my place, or any Jedi's to judge." The Grandmaster embraced her friend. "You are not your parents. You never have been."
"I know. But...if things had just gone slightly differently."
"Unfortunately, we cannot save everyone. We can, however, always be compassionate and make the best decisions we possibly can. And you have never faltered in that regard."
Ursulina needed to hear that. "Thank you, Satele."
5 months later, Club Vertica casino, Nar Shaddaa
Viksuni kept her blaster ready, but extended a hand to the trooper. "Major."
"Agent," Lehusa returned. "Have you learned anything?"
"Nothing concrete. But there has been a lot of weird movements lately. That woman I told you Lord Sadow met years ago? Tari Darkspanner? She's gone missing?"
"She's dead?"
"No, but I can't find her or her camp. They've just..." Viksuni produced a holo of a mask. "But the few Raina and I were able to talk to have all started wearing this mask."
It was vaguely Mandalorian in inspiration, but it was similar to the one worn by one who had never been Mandalorian. "It looks like Revan's mask." Lehusa had paid attention in history class. "You think they're onto something? Because he's dead."
"No idea. But I doubt their motives are completely benevolent either. A lot of them have become obsessive recently."
"You think the Dread Masters are back?"
"No. And if the Barsen'thor is telling the truth, Calphayus doesn't have it in him to use Force terror any more. I think something else is going on. I'll have Scorpio see if she can get into any databanks."
"Good luck."