"So, you're telling me that a young man broke in here, didn't take anything, killed the Jedi in charge, and just left?" Padme questioned.

"Yes ma'am."

She groaned, running a hand down her face. Right now, Padme Solo and Commander Phasma stood in what had been Count Dooku's home on Serenno. A month ago, a Jedi had led a team of archaeologists here. There was plans to make this another Grey Temple. A week ago, the Jedi had turned up dead.

"Why?"

The man looked nervous. "Miss?"

"Did he give any reason. Can you describe him?"

The man thought for a moment. "He was dressed in a simple shirt and pants with boots. He wore a cloak too, kept his hood up. The only reason we knew he was a young man was because of his voice."

"What did he say?"

"So, how was the detective work?" Hux asked as he entered the room. Padme typed on a holopad, not looking up at him.

"All I know is that a young man, spewing anti-Grey stuff, broke in and just killed the Jedi. He didn't touch anyone or anybody else. The body's been brought in right now."

Two servants entered, rolling in a covered table. They placed it in the center, and left. The two approached, Padme lifting off the cover.

She was met with the Rhodian Jedi.

"What was her name?" Hux asked.

"Neshele Chavez." the girl said. "I think she was descended from a friend of my great-grandma." Padme pulled off her scarf and handed it to the ginger. He stood it, watching as she pulled gloves on. Carefully, Padme examined the blaster mark on Neshele's forehead. "Clean shot. This was his intended target."

"Right. So why?"

She shook her head.

"I don't know."

Four more deaths later, and Padme was ready to scream. From what she could tell, a youth would break in the place. Their identity was hidden. They would be spewing anti-Grey stuff, and then kill the Jedi and touch nothing else. It was random- place, where the Jedi was shot, and the gender of the attacker.

She groaned as she entered the Senate building, finding the main room. Padme leaned against the doorway, watching her brother argue with another senator. She chuckled, a smile creeping up at her father's clear frustration. That smile disappeared when she noticed a cloaked person in a nearby doorway. Quietly, Padme jumped off the doorway and landed on Anakin's seat.

He blinked in surprise. "Pad, what the-"

"DUCK!"

Lightsaber sparking to life, Padme blocked the blaster shot. The would be assassin ducked the shot, entering an empty seat. The two encircled each other, the Senate silent in shock.

"Who are you?!"

"Death to the Force!"

Padme blinked in surprise. "Okay, wasn't expecting that."

She had been told that it was anti-Grey stuff, not yelling about the Force.

"KILL THE FORCE!"

"Yeah, problem is..."

She jumped off Anakin's seat, landing next to the cloaked person. "You got the wrong Solo kid."

"It appears I have." the person said. He pulled out a smaller blaster. "But you will die either way."

She blocked the shot. "Yeah, don't count on that." This one yanked his hood off, revealing a young brunette around her age. He aimed angry grey eyes at her, and fired again. Padme blocked it. "What's your name?" she asked.

"The Red Cord will destroy your precious Force." he said. Turning, he slammed his hand on the controls. The seat began shaking, sending her sprawling.

She hit her head...

And all went dark.

When she came too, Padme was in her room. She groaned, rubbing her head as she stood. Plodding into the kitchen, she was met with her family sitting around the kitchen table. "What happened?"

Anakin spoke first. "You hit your head. That guy managed to escape, talking about how the Force would be destroyed, blah blah blah. We weren't sure..."

If he had shot her.

"Did anybody know him?"

Ben Solo shrugged. "We've gotten a few leads, but nothing solid so far. We also can't find this 'Red Cord' he was talking about."

"So...what's the plan?"

Her mother frowned. "We're setting up extra guards in Grey sites. We'll find him."

Padme nodded.