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Chapter 14
Ossus
Bail tentatively opened the door to the commops center of the Jedi Academy and was surprised to find so many people could be jammed into the relatively small room. He looked around and discovered he was the only non-Council member in there, so he stayed by the door, wondering what was going on. Ten of the twelve Jedi leaders were here, even Master Luke Skywalker; the only ones who weren't were Doran Tainer and Valin Horn.
They had received word two days before that Valin and Anakah had prevented an assassination attempt on the queen of Naboo, but Master Horn was still unconscious in a Theed medial center. The doctors attending him related that he seemed fine but needed rest. None of them realized a Jedi could even do what he had done and were impressed that he escaped with only a few minor burns, besides being rendered unconscious.
Apparently though before Valin slipped into his coma, he used the increased awareness and sent a message out to his father, sister, Terrik and presumably Cassie. Terrik and Meri insisted on going to Naboo, which they were granted permission. Marko Quee, who just returned from Zonama Sekot from which he transported his mother back to Ossus, also went along. Bail guessed to see about Anakah, which surprised him because he never knew his friend to be that sentimental. He sighed, Maybe there's hope for them yet.
His aunt Jaina came to stand beside him; she had been the one who asked him to attend the meeting, but he didn't know why. He looked down into her smiling brown eyes and asked, "So, what's up?"
She smiled and slipped an arm around her nephew's waist. Bail couldn't help but smile and he surrounded her shoulders in a comforting embrace.
"Is that anyway to talk to you favorite aunt?" she quipped.
He chuckled and said, "You are my only aunt, how would I know if you are my favorite? I have nothing to compare."
She only sent him a glare but squeezed his waist before disentangling herself. Then she answered his inquiry matter-of-factly, "Master Tainer is to check in within the next few moments."
Bail stared at her, hope and disbelief shining in his blue eyes, "Cassie?"
She smiled and said, "She'll be with him, I assume, if for no other reason than to find out what happened to her father. That is if she received the same message the other Horns did when Valin absorbed the blast."
Bail could only nod, but his attention was drawn to the holoplate at the comm station at the front of the room. He suddenly wanted to get closer as close as he could. He needed to see her; he needed to talk to her, he needed to beg for forgiveness and he needed to warn her. Bail hadn't had any more visions about the mysterious dark Jedi, nor about Cassie and his former Master, but he still wasn't convinced all was well. He had spent the second day back on Ossus talking to Luke Skywalker, his great-uncle, and Leia Solo, his grandmother, about his dream. They offered him the same words that Kyp and Jaina did that morning after he had it. When he presented what he saw to the attending Council Members, they were just as puzzled by it, providing him no more assurances then anyone else had. Bail, regardless of the long history of the Solo/Skywalker brashness, was a patient sort, he was willing to wait it out but he would warn the woman he loved and the man who mentored him the first real chance he got.
Suddenly, with a crackle of static Doran Tainer's image come to being over the holoplate. He bowed and said in his rich voice that Bail had known to be soothing, commanding and reprehending at various times throughout the ten years he was his Apprentice, "Masters, I wish Cassie and I could join you for the Conclave since we are so close to Ossus, but alas we won't be able to."
"Where are you?" Corran Horn asked before anyone else had the chance. Then he added as he looked intently at his son-in-law, "How's Cassie?"
"Corran," Bail couldn't miss the note of insolence in the younger man's voice, Corran never forgave Doran for running off with his daughter Jysella and Doran never understood why. "To answer your first question we are at the Kuat Drive Yards, which I'll get into later, and secondly Cassie is right here. But first I would like to say hello to my wife."
Jedi Master Jysella Horn, the Academy's administrator, who took over when Kam Solusar retired two years ago, stepped forward and shot a glare at her father but it was quickly replaced with a smile as she looked at her husband. "I'm here, Doran."
Bail watched as his Master's face broke into a broad smile, ignoring the group of family and collogues in the room with his wife, Doran softly said, "I've missed you, Jys."
"I've missed you, I love you," Jysella just as softly replied.
"And I love you. How's Hope?" Doran asked referring to their daughter.
"She's here for the Conclave. She misses you too and we both can't wait until your mission is over." Then Bail watched her take a deep breath and asked as if she had to change the subject or breakdown, "How is Cassie? Did she get the message from Valin?"
Cassie pushed her way into the holofield and Bail's breath caught. Her hair was longer than he recalled but other than that she was just as beautiful as he remembered. She looked at her aunt and grandfather from lightyears away and demanded, "What's happened to my father? Where is he?"
Jysella related to her worried niece and husband what they knew of the assassination attempt and about Valin's condition.
After a pause, Luke Skywalker stepped forward and inquired, "What of your report, Master Tainer?"
Bail listened as Doran outlined the events since his last report nearly two weeks ago. He explained how he had been keeping in touch with the captured Fels by using encrypted short-packet messages that were transmitted by the Fels using specialized comlinks that were only used by Intel ops. The captain and his wife were discovering some interesting facts. The leader of Dro'godda was a woman and seemed to be highly placed. She controlled nearly three-quarters of all illegal trade in the galaxy and had been targeting both the Fifth Fleet, the CEDF in the Unknown Regions and the Third Fleet on the Outer Rim near Hutt controlled space. However, the most despairing news was what the two inserted Jedi were doing.
"We are here to pick up and transport back to the Dro'godda base a ship load of cloakers," Doran said then continued, "We've been here for over a week now and will be able to leave with our cargo in two days."
"Isn't that a long time to sit and wait for an illegal cargo?" Zekk Quee asked from his position beside Corran Horn.
Doran nodded and agreed, "Normally it is. However, I was ordered not to return without a full load and it seems Chempat, who produce the components, aren't the ones selling them to Dro'godda. The production manger is over producing each order the GA makes to slice off the excess to sell to Dro'godda. Quite lucrative if you ask me, because not only is the GA unwittingly paying for the devises, the production manger is being quite handsomely compensated by Dro'godda. However, since the thief can't tip his hand by inflating the numbers he can skim off, it doesn't allow for large single shipments. We have to wait for the last of the order to be filled."
Doran paused and then grinned that grin that Bail knew all too well as his he's-up-to-something grin, "But I've been putting the time to good use and doing some extra snooping. That's how I know so much of the operations here. I've also found out that a Corellian antiques dealer has been inquiring about having a fleet of one hundred large freighters to be produced at the Yards." Again that large white grin, "Now, what would an antiques dealer need with that many heavily armed freighters?"
Several of the Masters nodded and scratched their heads or chins. Finally, Jaina said with a lopsided grin, "Well, Master Tainer that is a question I know you will answer before too long."
Kyp looked from his wife to his friend and nodded, "She is right, that's why we chose you for this mission. Fine work, Doran."
Bail didn't miss the look Corran gave his advisory for the bid for Grand Master. He shook his head wondering what was going to happen with the announcement. However, that thought was quickly replaced with another, after hearing Doran's report he could only think one thing—Cassie was within a day's trip from Ossus. He glanced at his aunt who gave him a slight lopsided grin; so, this was why he was here: to learn where they were. Maybe she hoped that if he knew where they were and that they were alright it would ease his chafed nerves. He winked his thanks at Jaina and turned to slip back out the door and leaving the Masters discussing all of what they learned.
No one but Jaina saw him leave and he never saw the concerned expression that settled onto his aunt's face.
X
Bail made his way from the communications center to the hanger where his X-wing was docked. He wondered exactly what he intended to do. He knew full well that he was too well known to fly into Kuat without possibly risking both Doran's and Cassie's lives. However, knowing not only where they were, but also that they were so close, only made it intolerable not to do something.
He found Vader plugged into a port near the Phantom-X and called out to the little droid as he neared. Vader instantly twittered and disengaged himself from the information and charging ports.
Bail smiled at the droid when he beeped and whirled a question. "What makes you think I'm up to something?" Bail answered the question with a question as he began removing his light fawn colored cloak that he wear in lieu of the outer Jedi robe. He folded the garment over his arm as the droid bleeped and whistled a response.
Bail sighed and patted Vader's black dome, "Yeah, I'm worried. I wish I knew what to do. I feel that if I sit here knowing that they are so close and do nothing I'm only going to jeopardize them. But if I do go to Kuat, I could be putting them at greater risk."
Vader whistled again and Bail laughed, "No, that's for sure. I don't want Katirina to know I'm anywhere near there." Katirina Sah was a rich heiress who desperately wanted a claim to royalty, whether it was Kuati or Hapan did not matter to her only that it was from another matriarchal society, which would allow her to keep her fortune as well as her husband's. She had been after Bail since he was seventeen and she was at least forty. The thought of the old acquaintance of his mother's made him shudder with disdain.
However, the thought of Katirina did give him an idea, one that he had used before to get on the planet during a mission once. He glanced at the droid and said as he began to move away, "Come with me, Vader. I have a disguise to ensemble."
Bail made it about half way to the exit when he heard his name called. He turned and allowed a broad smile to spread over his features. "Zeth. By the Force, look at you!" Bail closed the distance and grinned at his younger cousin's expression. "Never thought I'd see you in a fancy official military flightsuit."
Bail quickly embraced his cousin and best friend and then stepped back to look at him again. "So, what happened, you couldn't get enough of the rules and regs and had to officially join the military? Playing with the Rogues not enough?"
Zeth chuckled and shook his head, "Unfortunately, my father and the uppity-ups decided that the military can't function without me. This," he indicated his orange Rogue Squadron flightsuit, "is their idea of a bad joke."
Bail laughed and nodded, "I'll give you that much. But I guess I'll be joining you in that getup soon enough." Zeth gave him a questioning look and Bail shrugged and went on, "Seems I'm to go back with you. However, no one is to know that."
"Well, we can always use a good pilot and one that's Jedi is even better." Suddenly, Zeth lost all sense of levity, "Especially now, since Dro'godda somehow got their hands on cloakers."
Bail swallowed wondering how much he should divulge of Cassie and Doran's mission, after glancing around and seeing that they were completely alone, he said, "Yeah, we know. Master Tainer and Cass are the smugglers delivering them to the pirates."
"What?" Zeth couldn't cover his surprise, "They infiltrated Dro'godda?"
Bail nodded and went on to say, "Yes, and I fear they are in danger. I had a vision." Bail told his cousin about his vision, ending with, "I have to warn her, Zeth. I have to." He looked away and then quietly added, "I love her and I need to warn her of the possible danger so that she lives long enough to tell me if she has any feelings for me at all."
"Bail," Zeth laid his hand on the slightly taller man's shoulder. Bail could see a flash of empathy in the others dark green eyes, "I understand what you're feeling, Bail. Trust me," he swallowed and looked away, "I understand all to well. If you feel this strongly about it you should go. But you have to be careful and you are not going alone. I'll go with you."
Bail shook his head, "No, I can't risk it. I need to go alone."
"But if someone sees you with them it could be their death sentence and you would bring about what you were trying to prevent. Someone needs to watch your back." He looked Bail in the eyes and went on, "We of all people have heard the story of Anakin and Padmé and the Vision often enough to know that what I'm talking about."
Bail stiffened, "Zeth, just because everyone seems to think I look like our great-grandfather doesn't mean I am him reincarnate." Then he paused and sighed deeply and audibly, "I know you are right. I know that I could be bringing to fruition the very thing I want to prevent but I can't sit here any longer, knowing they're on Kuat and do nothing. I was given that vision for a reason and I refuse to think that it was just to sit here and listen to the Masters squabble over its meaning." Then he grinned a lopsided grin that seemed to be as much Skywalker as Solo, "Besides, I think even your mother wants me to do something. She is the one who allowed me into the commops to witness the transmission from Master Tainer today."
Zeth chuckled, "Well, that sounds like something Mom would do. So do you have a plan?" Bail outlined his plan and Zeth nodded, thoughtful, "That should work." Then he paused and looked around as a tech walked through the hanger carrying a hyperdrive part for one of the larger ships on a repulser sled. They were no longer alone. "So, what else has been going on?"
"Oh, where to start. I'm the uncle to the most beautiful little princess, who has stolen my heart." Zeth stared incredulously at his cousin, and Bail laughed, "What? I never said I didn't like babies, just I hope I personally don't have any part in creating one—yet."
Both men laughed and Zeth nodded his head, "Yeah, I know what you mean."
Bail then went on, "And speaking of babies, you may want to stay away from Julith and Ben. They aren't getting much sleep these days and even Liam wants no part of them."
"So, what did our older cousin have?"
"A boy and they named him Jak," Bail snickered at his cousin's reaction.
Zeth smirked and rolled his eyes, "Please, just remind me, Cuz, if I am ever lucky, or unlucky, enough to be a father not to follow this family's odd inclination of single syllable names for its sons."
Bail wrapped his arm around his best friend's shoulders and agreed as they headed toward the exit, they had a lot of preparing to do, "Only if you do the same favor for me."
X
Kuat Drive Yards
She wondered if she would ever have anything exciting happen to her. While her uncle dressed as a simple technician and wondered the technological and manufacturing marvel that was the Kuat Drive Yards, Cassie either stayed with the ship watching for anything suspicious, or conducted her own reconnaissance of the Drive Yards which she found interesting but she didn't feel very secure in doing it. She was glad that they would be leaving after they got the last of the shipment tonight, all this sitting around was not only boring it was unnerving as well. She hoped her uncle made it back soon, something didn't feel right and she just couldn't put her finger on it.
She brewed a cup of caf and sat at the table to finish her breakfast and to read a holonovel that only a year ago she wouldn't have been caught dead with. But the melodramatic story and overly romanticized love scenes worked to keep her mind off what could happen if they were betrayed by the criminals they were dealing with, if the Kuati or GA authorities found their hold nearly full of highly illegal contraband, or if their cover was blown with Dro'godda. She was lost in a scene where the handsome hero was professing his undying love to the newly rescued damsel when she heard a loud knock on the outer hatch.
She started wondering who it could be and immediately put the datapad down on the table. She then picked up her blaster that lay beside her and holstered it. Then she went to a security screen and called up the cam that would show her the visitor. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was a small round droid, a messenger droid.
She moved to the hatch and opened it. The messenger turned it's photoceptors to scan her. Cassie peered at the droid with suspicion as she reached out with the Force, trying to figure out what was going on. She then asked, "Yes?"
Then the droid opened a slot in its chest and Cassie nearly leveled her blaster on the floating ball-sided machine until she saw it was handing her a datachip from the compartment. She stared at the chip and then glanced at the droid as it turned away and flew away.
She stared at the chip in her hand for a long time before retreating back into the main cabin. There she absently sat down on the couch by the table removed the novel chip from the reader port. She inserted the new chip to find that it was encrypted in a very odd code. But not one she hadn't seen before. It was a Hapan code and she was instantly alert. However, the message was simple and very vague.
Trust your feelings.
She stared at the three words and wondered who could send her such a message. She mouthed the words and suddenly realized something, causing her to sit up straighter. Why was a Jedi maxim encrypted in a Hapan code? She gasped in surprise and immediately closed her eyes and reached out with her awareness.
X
Doran Tainer was pretending to work on a computer station in one of the many hanger bays of the massive Chempat manufacturer. Chempat had been in business for well over a hundred years, since the days of the Old Republic. Its main objective was that of producing electronics, such as shield generators, weapon systems and other starfighter components. But for the past seven years since their conception, Chempat was only one of two manufacturers of the controversial cloaking devices in the galaxy. The other one was tucked away on some forbidden planet in the Chiss Ascendancy.
The cloaking devise wasn't a new conception, Grand Admiral Thrawn had used them and it was rumored a Chiss scientist by the name of Me'rel'irokini had been the device's principle inventor, and it was the same scientist who helped develop a more useful and smaller version for the fightercraft of the Chiss Expansionary Defense Force, who begrudgingly under the direction of Supreme Commander Jagged Fel, shared to technology with the rest of the GFFA.
Doran was suddenly brought out of his thoughts as he scanned the computer's inter workings for information that would be useful, when a small round messenger droid came to a stop near him. Doran was immediately alert as the droid seemed to scan him. Then as if satisfied that it had the correct person, it pulled a datachip from one of its slots.
Doran cautiously looked around to see if any one could see him with the droid. Seeing no one, he took precaution anyway by using the Force to pull the object out of the droid's grasp, then promptly allowed it to fall to the floor. Making a show of it to distract the droid as much as any possible surveillance cams, Doran made a shooing motion with is hand and said, slurring his speech enough to sound like a native born working class Kuati, "Kriffin' droid." The droid immediately dropped to scan the floor for the chip it had just lost. However, not finding it, the machine scanned Doran again who kicked at the seemingly offending machine, "Now, scat! I ain't who you're lookin' for."
The droid, confused for sure, blinked at him again and then simply floated away. Doran waited a twenty count then stooped as if to get another tool out of his tool kit. He picked a tool out of the canvas bag, while reaching with his other hand, picked the small datachip up that he had used the Force to scoot under his booted foot.
He finished with his bogus repairs about an hour later. After getting away from Chempat and back his speeder, he quickly retrieved the chip from his pocket and popped into his reader. After deciphering the encryption he stared at a message that he knew all to well a wide white grin spreading across his face:
Trust your feelings.
Well, he thought, that boy was paying attention after all, but what the kriff is he doing on Kuat? Master Doran Tainer then closed his eyes and reached out into the Force to look for a presence he knew very well—that of his one time Apprentice.
X
Bail and Zeth were nearly a hundred meters away from the YT-2400 Corellian freighter Life's Perfection or as the current transponder indicated Tycoon's Folly. They were pretending to be making repairs on the old Lambda-class shuttle that Bail's father had once flown. It looked as if it was in total disrepair which was why they chose it. Indeed it hadn't been flown for at least a year. As Bail handed Zeth a hydrospanner he inspected the area again. They had been here for the past four hours and were waiting for the signal from Doran.
Doran after answering Bail's message opened up to him in the Force and ensured him that he would contact him. Using another deeply encoded message on Cassie's datachip, Doran was able to contact the younger Jedi. In a brief message, Doran explained that they were expecting their last shipment within the next few hours. Bail sent back that he needed to speak to them.
He looked at his younger cousin and couldn't help the slight grin. He actually doubted Zeth's own parents could have recognized him. He was dressed in an old worn, stained flightsuit, similar to Bail's own. Zeth's naturally unruly curly black hair was slicked back and tied at his nape, but the most amusing aspect of the disguise was the eye-patch and fake black goatee.
Bail knew he looked just as sordid, his long hair braided in a single tail, his diamond stud earring replaced with a silver hoop, and his all too familiar facial features were marred by a long scar that ran diagonal across his forehead above his right eye and the long full beard that swathed his face in a mass of light brown hair. The disguise of two simple spacers along with the invented story of having hyperdrive problems allowed the two misfortunates landing privileges long enough to fix their ship.
Finding the correct hanger in which to land was the hard part. Bail had used the Force to pick up Doran's and Cassie's presences and used that as a guide but still they could have guessed wrongly. Fortunately, for all involved he didn't. After landing, Bail set loose the two simple message droids that were programmed to self-destruct if any one other than the intended recipients tried to figure out what the two droids were doing.
Zeth used the hydrospanner and was handing it back to Bail saying, "Do you see those two human females over there." He nodded his head towards the two neatly dressed females across the hanger, on the other side Cassie's freighter. They were sitting in front of another newer Corellian freighter paying a holoboard game. It was past Kuati midnight and there were precious few beings lurking about and none were stirring close to the Folly. Then Zeth added, "From their position Master Tainer wouldn't be able to see them, but they could still watch them."
"Yeah, and I seen them earlier too. Then they were lurking over near that old Sailfish." Then he looked back at Zeth, "Who do you think they are?"
Zeth wiped his hands on a rag which was tucked into his belt as he moved away from the opening he was working on to stand beside Bail, "They look like military types to me. You know, stiff. I'd say they're Kuati Security."
"Not good," Bail furrowed his brow, "the Chempat contact hasn't checked in with Master Doran yet. If they are Security, they could possibly get too curious about midnight deliveries to simple stranded traders. That could jeopardize their mission."
Zeth stared at Bail and somehow Bail thought his cousin looked torn, "Bail, if you only knew how hard this is. I lost six pilots and nearly someone special to me three weeks ago, because this son of a Hutt is selling cloakers to Dro'godda."
Bail couldn't believe what he was hearing, "Zeth, but if Cass and Master Tainer are arrested their cover will be blown which could put them in great danger with the pirates. You know as well as I that Dro'godda will kill them first before letting them tell their secrets. They've been to their base. They've done it before with their own expected thugs. Besides, if we let them get caught, Captain Fel and Commander Mif'lori'nuruodo will be also put in jeopardy."
"The captured Fel's are on the pirate's base?"
"Yes, they are." Bail missed the look of concentration on his cousin's face as he gazed at the two security officers. "I know this is hard. Do you think I want to face a squad full of cloaked ruthless pirates?"
Zeth let out a breath and looked back at Bail, "No, and I know you're right. But if something were to ever happen to…" He let the sentence trail and Bail didn't push, he had more urgent concerns than his cousin's sudden mysteriousness.
After a moment, Bail said, "Okay, I have a plan." Then with a grin that was somewhat hidden under his fake mustache, he added, "I think I want to see if those two would like to go out on a date." Bail patted Zeth on the arm and headed off towards the females, making a wide circle around the hanger.
Zeth rolled his eyes and followed his friend, "Why do I have a bad feeling about this? You are going to tell me what you are planning before we get there, aren't you?"
They came up to the two females, who now that they were closer were no doubt security of some sort, either Kuati or GA. Bail wasn't sure, but as he probed them through the Force, he could tell they were up to no good; at least, not considering it was Cass and Doran they were suspecting of smuggling.
Bail smiled his most tooth-filled grin as he stepped before them where they had given up the game and were now walking past several stacks of containers that were waiting to be loaded. "Good evenin', ladies," he made a flare of sweeping the air before him with his hand as he bowed his head.
Zeth came up behind them and said in a low, deep tone before either had a chance to respond to Bail, "We would like to ask you ladies a question or two." He put just enough Force emphases to get the required response.
"Of course," the taller of the two nodded.
Bail smiled, "Good. Who are you?"
Again the taller one said in all but a monotone, "Kuati Security."
Zeth nodded and then asked from behind them, drawing the Force into his words, "What are you doing here?"
She blinked once then said, "We want to catch a few smugglers. We've been watching them for a few days."
Bail looked at Zeth and then the younger man said from behind them, laying his hands on their shoulders, which they didn't even fight, "Not tonight. You will capture him tomorrow." Then taking a deep breath and laying his hands on their heads he pushed with the Force as he said, "Sleep." Instantly they both fell into a deep Force induced sleep. Zeth caught them both and Bail quickly helped him lay them down and then they dragged them deeper into the shadows of the containers.
As the emerged from the shadows, Bail snickered, "Well, maybe no dates tonight. They were far too boring."
Zeth snorted, "You should be glad that they don't have stronger minds, Cuz. That little trick wouldn't have worked if they did."
Bail shrugged, "True, and if you hadn't been here I wouldn't have even attempted it. But you're good at mind manipulation and I knew, even if you don't like to use it, you would."
They had just made it back to their ship when the delivery occurred. After impatiently waiting another half hour, Bail slipped across the hanger to the ship of the woman he loved.
X
Cassie stood just inside the hatch, her heart raced and her breathing came fast. She tried to take another calming breath but it didn't seem to help. She couldn't believe that Bail was coming up the ramp. He stepped into the ship and she gaped at him openmouthed. He looked so radically different that she wondered if she would had been able to recognized him, if she didn't know for sure it was him. But the moment she met his intense blue eyes, she knew it was indeed him.
"Bail," she breathed and without a second thought she closed the distance between them and was instantly wrapped up into his arms.
She wrapped hers around his neck and pulled him down to meet her lips. She could feel his surprise but he instantly kissed her back, with a gentle, longing passion that melted her. He broke the kiss and looked into her suddenly moist eyes. "Oh, Cass, I'm so sorry for how I acted the last time we were together." He swallowed and held her close and whispered into her ear, "I love you."
Cassie felt her knees go weak and thought her heart stopped at the sound of those tree words that she dreamed for so long to hear from him. She couldn't hold the tears in any longer, "I—I, " she pulled back sobbing and laughing at the same time, as she wiped her tears with the backs of her hands, "Bail, I love you!"
Bail stared at her and his face broke out in a big Solo grin, "You do?"
"Yes! I wanted to tell you but that bantha brained cousin of yours walked in on us."
"Uh-emm," Doran who had been standing behind Cassie, cleared his throat, a huge toothy grin in place. The two young lovers both looked over at him, "I'm terribly sorry to break this up, but I really want to get out of here."
"Ahh…" Bail looked from Doran back to Cassie, "And the sooner the better. Zeth and I put two security officers to sleep just before your delivery."
Doran smiled, "So that was the disturbance I've been feeling all day. Now, you had something else you wanted to share with us."
Suddenly Bail became very serious and announced, "I had a vision and I feel that I need to warn you…"
Thirty minutes later two starships left the Kuat Drive Yards, one going to hyperspace and heading back to Ossus, the other headed back to its rendezvous point with the Dro'godda Star Destroyer Trepidation.
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