The Present

"You could warn me before I'm given jobs like that!" Jaina snapped angrily at her employer. The black-robed man continued to walk, the hood pulled up over his head and so low over his face that she could not see it.

"Do you have the information?" he asked slowly. She grabbed it out of her pocket and shoved it into his hands. He looked up at her solemnly. Though she could not see that face, she felt him peering out at her menacingly, and she took an involuntary step backwards.

"I could've been hurt in ways I'd like not to say if I wasn't the type that was prepared for that sort of thing," she said, quieting her voice a little.

"Yet you are fully capable, and I'm sure you took care of him well. In fact, I've already sent someone to clear the body and all evidence of his murder." Jaina glanced up at him quickly, for she had not yet told him of that. "I know what you did. It was necessary, and I congratulate you. There was no other way he could've lived. It was better that way. Now take your money. I'll contact you again when I have another job for you."

He walked quickly away before she could say a word and entered a ship, speeding away out of sight. She watched for a moment, and then left on her own. She made her way back to where the real city life on Coruscant was to a cantina. She went inside and sat down in the back by herself. However, it wasn't long before someone joined her.

"It won't be long before he finds a way to rid you from this Galaxy forever," he said. Jaina glanced up and smirked.

"Darth Tyranus. You seem to know where to find me. Where do you get your information?" He glared at her before continuing.

"He knows you're emotionally unstable. And while that'll help you now with your anger as your guide and your fuel to the Dark Side, he'll eventually cut you off. He can see it, Jaina. How your almost to that edge. It won't be long before something happens that'll push your over it. And then what good will you be to him? He'll stop your employment. You will have outlived your use. But he won't leave you around to mess up any of his plans. He's too intelligent to let someone like you get in the way." He began to stand up and leave her.

"And how would you know this?" she snapped. "What proof is there of my emotions? I've done nothing but work for him these last ten years!"

"He knows your past, Jaina Segel. He knows it well."

The Past

Jaina waited patiently for the turbo lift to take her up to the very top floor of that tall building on Coruscant. The door slid open and she looked out into the the long, dark hallway. It was simple and clean, yet it didn't keep that strange eerie feeling from her. However, she stepped out into the hall and made her way to the very end of it, staring at the number of the door that she had been told to reach.

She reached out her hand to tap on it, but the door opened before she ever made a noise. No one was standing right inside, but she could recognize the figure a few steps away. She walked inside slowly and shut the door behind her.

"I told you it was a secretive place," Geist said quietly, leading her into his apartment. It seemed to follow the theme of the building, not messy, actually neat, but something strange still lingering about. He sat down on a couch in the small room and looked up at her.

"So," she started, somewhat nervously, "this is where you live." He nodded, for it was quite apparent, and the question was only to break the silence. With a small smile, she stepped forward and sat down silently beside him. "I'm not sure I should've come here," she said at last, the truth coming out.

Geist looked at first a bit impatient, but then sighed sadly. "Maybe it's wrong of me to push this relationship. You don't want it."

Jaina started and looked at him with that same longing look she had given him at the Senate building a few weeks before. "I want this more than I even should, more than I am allowed," she said passionately. "I know this is wrong of me. But I can't turn away. I can't forget about you. There's something that won't let me."