Iziz, capital of Onderon and permanent home of the Bonteri family, although due to Ahsoka's mentorship of Leia Skywalker they did spend a significant amount of time on Teth. However, for the next few weeks they would stay at the Bonteri estate. Having retired from his seat in the Galactic Senate this election cycle, Lux planned to spend the next few years with his family before maybe going for a local office. Board of Education perhaps? A droid unlocked the door for the family, " Master Lux Bonteri, Mistress Ahsoka Tano-Bonteri. Welcome home."

"Hey L5," Mina replied, holding her eight-year-old brother's hand "Keep the place ready for us?"

"As always mistress Mina."

"Mina?" Lux asked, "Can you help Anakin take his bag up to his room?"

"Sure Dad, come on squirt, let's get upstairs."'

"Daytarn?" Ahsoka asked her other son, age thirteen, "Get Spleens out of the speeder."

"Cat's right here," Daytarn answered, holding up the pet carrier with Spleens yowling inside wanting out.

"Oh, then go ahead and let her out. Give her, her tinkle ball or something."

Placing the tookah-cat toy in front of the door he unlatched it and Spleens leapt out, immediately attacking the tinkle toy as Ahsoka shut the door behind them to keep her from getting outside again. Last thing they needed was another set of kittens to try and give away. Especially with Mina's weird fascination with naming pets after organs or drugs: the last set were almost impossible with chipped names like Tonsils, Colon, Kidneys, Cocaine, Scapula, and Femur. Why couldn't she be normal and name at least one of them something like Mittens or Button? Or even punny like Meowseph or Bartholomew. No, Cocaine. That was Mina's idea of a cat name. A cat they were giving away, she named Cocaine. It wasn't even a white kitten! The white one was Tonsils! They were lucky her padawan, for whatever reason, thought it was equally hilarious and adopted him. That was also the last time she went to the vet, or an animal shelter, or a pet store, unsupervised because Force-knows what she'd bring home and name "Methany" or "Testicle," or whatever else popped into her strange little brain. She once showed her mother an ad for a rancor hatchling named Spatula, to which Ahsoka promptly replied "Hell no." Spleens,a cat, was more than enough, even if she was cute rubbing up against her leg purring.

Poblithes walked through the Iziz market. His master had confirmed that they would begin their assault to save the galaxy from the Jedi Darkness within the month. Most didn't bother looking at him, some didn't even notice him, that was fine. He was there to gather intelligence anyway, not that anything all that interesting was happening on the planet he was assigned to. Some guy was retiring from the Senate and the three upcoming holders of the seat were scumbags, some middle-aged lady went berserk at a fruit stall when they didn't sell cat food, and overall it seemed nothing overly useful was being muttered in the throngs of people in the Iziz market. Tossing a credit at a news stand he sat at a bench pretending to be reading a magazine article until he found one article that seemed quite interesting: Jedi Order forms Political Party on Coruscant.

The Jawa smiled under his hood, now this was useful. Folding up the magazine he placed it in his satchel for later reading. Standing up, well falling down really, from his seat, he walked towards the throngs again when a younger human man nearly stepped on him. "Watch where you're going, little rat!" he shouted angrily. He remembered that face from an ad in the very same magazine, he was one of the Senate candidates, apparently out to get a photo op and to celebrate the recent primary win with his sycophants. Electing to ignore him, Poblithes tried to push through the group. "Careful, probably out to pickpocket people," the Senate hopeful mocked, earning chuckles from his yes men and a few passersby.

"You should work to put all the Jawas in jail, where they belong!" one particularly scummy-looking fellow suggested. Poblithes clenched his teeth and tried to ignore them. He was here to gather intelligence, not spark conflict.

"That would be a great idea, had I not already thought of it," the politician replied, kicking at the hidden Sith Lord, heir to an Empire spanning a quarter of the galaxy, "Little freaks would probably like that. All kind of thieves and scum just like them in there to keep them company."

Poblithes stopped, fists balled and his little body shaking. He replied in perfect, Coruscanti-accented English/Basic, "You would do well to mind your tongue. Especially when you know not who you speak to."

"Oh, so the little freak can talk like a normal person!" the soon-to-be-dead-if-he-didn't-quit Senate candidate joked, squatting down to Poblithes's eye-level "So uhm, what you gonna do? Huh, Jawa?"

"I will give you three seconds to apologize to me before I make you swallow your pride."

The group surrounding him laughed, "I'm sure Master Slugwirm quite scared of a harmless little Jawa," the minion who suggested imprisoning him based on his race sarcastically responded.

"One..." the Jawa counted.

Slugwirm grinned, standing up, "You won't do anything."

"Two…" the Sith Lord counted, reaching for his lightsaber with the Force.

"I'm not afraid of you twerps."

"Three," Poblithes calmly stated, igniting his ruby-bladed crossguard saber and slashing it through the imbecile's torso, bisecting him effortlessly. The brownnosers went scrambling, as did the rest of the marketplace, but Poblithes effortlessly grabbed the ones laughing at him with the force and started to choke them. "Oh, so you were hoping to get money or power from sucking up to that bully? Try not to choke on those ambitions of yours." With the pun he strangled all but one, the one who actively joked with Slugwirm who he threw onto the ground at his feet. Pointing to the terrified man he blankly ordered, "Beg."

"P-please!" the sniveling coward cried, prostrating on the ground in front of the apparent Dark Jedi, "I-I-I-I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

"No you're not. You're only sorry you picked on the wrong Jawa."

"I'll never speak a word against Jawas again, I swear it! I swear it on all the gods! Please! I'll leave you forever in peace!"

"Well, I prefer you in pieces," Poblithes joked before shredding the bully into smaller and smaller bits, frying them with lightning after he had done so. Nodding in satisfaction as the pile of bodies and body parts about him he deactivated his blades looked around at the now abandoned Iziz marketplace. Sighing in frustration he muttered, "Boring conversations anyway," and walked back towards the ship he arrived in. Being Serpeness's Apprentice and heir came with a few extra perks, one of which was being the only other being allowed to fly the Millennium Falcon. Starting up the autopilot and setting a hyperlane course for Talamh and patting his astromech PT-77 on the dome he went to finish that magazine article.

Jedi Order Forms Political Party on Coruscant

In a stunning turn of events Grand Master Mace Windu has stated in a press release that the Jedi Order, formally a religious organization devoted to serving the Republic, would politicize its existence. In an interview Council Member Coleman stated, "For a thousand generations the Jedi have defended and served the Republic, protected the Republic's interests, millions of Jedi over the years have fought and died to preserve it and keep it safe from all threats, internal and external. Yet, in the Separatist Crisis, we were nearly eradicated by the terrorist dictator-wannabe Sheev Palpatine. Who in the Republic protected our interests? None, we stand alone yet are expected to serve an increasingly hostile Senate, with Palpatine Loyalists at every turn trying to bring about our destruction and trying to welcome his tyranny in the galaxy. Without the Jedi to act as guardians, the Republic collapses into darkness." The Council responded to accusations of Coruscant-centric views by stating, "We have Jedi from almost every world in the Republic. We'll do everything in our power to see to it every planet is represented." They would not respond to questions on the Order's continued hostility against the Reformists. Opponents to the move question the Jedi's impartiality in resolving conflicts if they become a political organization, while more extreme opponents consider the Jedi a single-minded cult that has no place in galactic government.

Poblithes read on, nodding as the pieces clicked together. The Jedi were trying to attempt a quiet coup. The Sith Imperium and the Brotherhood of Darkness would bring light to the galaxy (wait a minute…) in a renewed time of turmoil. The Jedi couldn't be allowed to take over the dying Republic. Those warmongers would destroy everything in sight in pointless crusades. Only the Sith could bring peace and prosperity while the Jedi, for a thousand generations, watched it fall to pieces in war and strife. His master's empire, and one day his empire, would see all war come to an end. They only needed to get the rest of the galaxy to see their way was the way of peace, even if they needed to bring peace by force.

Emergency services rushed to the murder scene police droids closing off the Iziz market to investigate. Unfortunately for investigators the only security footage was facing towards the stalls instead of the street save for one fueling station too distant to clearly make out what happened, thus leaving only audio recordings that were at all useful. "Well it looks like our assassin was a Jawa," a detective muttered, "Great. No description even if we did have holo-vids of it."

"Well we know he can speak Basic, so we got that to narrow down potential suspects."

"That's still thousands, maybe even millions."

"Can't rule out the possibility of a hit either."

"A Jawa hitman?" the first asked incredulously, "You been drinking on the job, man?"

"Hey, if you're going to be a hitman a Jawa would be the best species you could hope to be. No real descriptors beyond 'Jawa,' nobody pays attention to you, and Jawas live literally everywhere."

"Just to clarify, you're suggesting the assassin could have been working for somebody else, likely one of Slugwirm's opponents for the Senate, because such a hitman is literally uncatchable."

"Well it's a theory."

"It's a kriffing stupid theory."

"You got a better one?"

"Not really."

"Alright. We'll let forensics gather what they can and we'll go question our two main suspects."

"I think this is ridiculous, just for the record."

"I'll send the order to keep tabs on their bank transactions."

Thatilda Madillion was sitting in her living room awaiting confirmation from the assassin that Slugwirm was dead. She had sent him out only twenty minutes ago and would likely not hear anything for days, possibly even weeks. Taking a sip of her tea, she heard a knock at the door. Standing, she straightened her dress and a picture next to the door before opening to reveal two human investigators. "Baroness Madillion, Iziz PD. I'm Detective Black and he's Detective White. We have a few questions for you. Your responses will be recorded for the investigation."

"Oh? O-of course." she asked, nervous. Had the assassin already gotten caught? Idiot! She should have hired a Jawa to do the deed.

"Are you aware of your opponent Slugwirm's recent death at the hands of an assassin?" one asked.

Taken aback, her eyes widened. "Damn that was fast!" she thought. However she said, "Uh, I, no! Oh dear that's, that's so sad. My condolences to his family."

"His two brothers were also found dead at the scene of the crime," Detective White clarified, as Slugwirm had no other living familial relations.

She blinked in response to that, thinking "Twenty minutes and he killed not only Janjiro but his entire family! Did I hit the jackpot of contract killers or what?!" She cleared her throat, "Oh, that's even worse. How… how did they die, if I may ask?"

"Bodies indicate a lightsaber. Possibly illegally modified vibroblades."

Weird. I could have sworn I requested a sniper rifle. "That's horrific! But why are you asking me this?"

"Well in the current polls you were running second place in the Senate race after Slugwirm. That in mind, you have the most to gain from his death."

"Well I can assure you I had nothing to do with it!" Mandilion declared defensively, "Slugwirm may have been my opponent but I wouldn't stoop to murder just to win an election!"

Both Detectives looked at one another in obvious disbelief. Bonteri's retirement brought out the worst sleemos Onderon had to offer. "I think we have all we need, Thank you Baroness."

"Yes, and good luck on your investigation!" she replied, locking her door back and immediately transferring 500,000 credits to the assassin with the note: "Great work!" Hitting a red flag in the police observation. The Detectives hadn't even walked out of her yard before they turned right back around and banged on the door to arrest her.

Cad Bane was more than a little confused by the premature payment but took it without question regardless. His last job was now even easier, having been paid to do literally nothing.