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Darth Vulgan was seated in his chair on his starship, the Requiem, awaiting for his Sith warriors. He had instructed two of his men to travel the galaxy and locate the girl known as Adana. For six years he had tried to get a hold of the girl, and for six years, nothing had come out of it. Nothing except the loss of his former apprentice on Ryloth, thanks to that damned Jedi Exile who had to protect Adana. If it weren't for him, Vulgan would have a better apprentice.
Nonetheless, he did appreciate his current apprentice (a Zeltron named Juba), who was skilled in both combat and manipulation. However, this Adana was extremely strong in the Force, stronger than himself, possibly. And he wanted her as his apprentice. He wanted all Jedi dead. Sure, many others may have said the same thing, but Vulgan was extremely serious about that subject. It was his goal, and it was the reason he was trying to get to Adana in the first place. If he could persuade her to the dark side, he believed that destroying the Jedi would be a relatively easy task.
Vulgan a knock on his chamber door. By the distinct two knocks, he knew it was Juba. "You may enter." Vulgan said. Juba entered and knelt before his master. He arose once Vulgan signaled him to rise. "Master, Yahn and Thale have returned." Juba reported, referring to the two Sith that had been sent to hunt Adana. "Bring them in." Vulgan ordered in his vibrant, deep voice. Juba bowed quickly and turned around, signaling the two humans awaiting at the door before taking his usual spot at the left of his master's chair.
Yahn and Thale entered nervously. They did not have anyone beside them which led to Vulgan's irritancy early. The two of them knelt, not facing their overlord yet. "You may rise." Vulgan instructed. The two did so, looking at Vulgan now. He looked extremely menacing. Vulgan was a human, like themselves, but there was something inhuman about him. And the fact that he wore the hood on his robe up most of the time made him even more sinister. Not to mention, he had a monstrous temper, which was quickly ignited at the first sign of any type of failure.
"I can see that you did not capture Adana. Have I not given you enough time?" Vulgan inquired, tapping his fingers on the armrest. The two warriors remained silent, both of them hesitant to speak. "Have. I. Not. Given. You. Enough. Time?" their master repeated, making it obvious that he wanted an answer, and quickly.
"Yes, my lord, you have." Thale answered, looking down at his feet. "Face me, Thale." Vulgan's voice came loud and demanding. The Sith did so, forcing himself to look at the dissatisfaction on his lord's face. "If I have given you enough time," Vulgan continued, not moving a muscle in his body, making the tension even worse, "Then why isn't the girl here on the ship?"
Yan chimed in nervously "My lord, if I may?" Vulgan nodded. "We have searched everywhere, but we have not been able locate her." That made Vulgan even more agitated. "I am aware of that." he stated in a raised voice. "What I want to know is why you have not located her."
The warrior looked blankly at him, his mind frantically searching for a reason that would not further anger Vulgan. The blank face, however, did not help. "You have your question, now answer it." the Sith Lord demanded.
"I…I'm afraid, my lord…." Yan stuttered. "That it is difficult to locate one person in an entire galaxy. We've searched everywhere, but…" Yan's voice trailed off as Vulgan growled, not wanting to hear the same answer again. "With all due respect, my lord, we are but two people."
"You're Sith." Vulgan spat. "You are supposed to be mighty, powerful, and capable. I gave you seven months. And you know that she travels with the Exile. If they visit a planet, their presence is spoken of. It should not have been that difficult of a task."
"Lord Vulgan," Thale said, trying to manage get Yan and himself of this situation. "We didn't even search all the planets you instructed. It-" He was cut off by Vulgan's fist pounding the armrest and getting to his feet. His eyes flared with a livid expression and his breathing was slow and heavy.
"Repeat what you just told me." Vulgan ordered in a dangerously low voice. Like Yan a few moments ago, Thale was silent. He had spoken without thinking, and it had infuriated Vulgan. "I want to be sure of what I heard. Repeat it." Vulgan ordered through clenched teeth. With a sigh, Thale said. "We did not search all of the planets you instructed us to search."
Vulgan crossed his arms and spoke in a low voice, his wrath obviously about to erupt. "I gave you an order, and you did not follow it. I was going to let you off with a simple warning. I understood that it is difficult to search every planet, and you would not have been chastised for that. But I instructed that you at least search Telos, Nar Shadaa, Coruscant, and Onderon. And you just told me you have not searched all of the planets that I ordered you to search. You did not follow orders, and that calls for punishment." the Sith Lord paced for a few moments. The two warriors grew even more tense, knowing that they faced a harsh chastisement. Yan worked up a bit of courage and spoke "Forgive us, Lord V-"
His frustration reaching its peak, Vulgan roared, whipped around and struck the two with a heavy blast of Force lightning, causing both warriors to crumble. He turned his head to Juba. "Take these two and put them in the holding cells. I'll think of a punishment when I have cleared my thoughts." Juba got the attention of another crew member, and they dragged the warriors to the quarters where the cells were located. Juba knew that these two were in for a rough time- anyone who served Darth Vulgan long enough knew for a fact that when needed time to think of a punishment, that meant that the chastisement received would be horrid.
The Ebon Hawk slowly touched down on the landing pad. After four days of traveling, the trio had finally arrived at Nar Shadaa. Cadon made his way out of the communications room; he had just finished contacting Visas, letting her know that they would be arriving at her quarters soon. He walked to the starboard dormitory, where Adana was napping. Upon his arrival, her eyes slowly opened. She sat up, stretching and asked "Have we landed?"
"Yes, we're here." Cadon answered his apprentice, still wondering how she would react to being on her home world for the first time since they met. When they had first met, Adana had a feisty attitude, but as she grew older and became stronger, she became a much more calm, mature and sophisticated young woman. "Have you talked with Visas yet?" Adana inquired as she donned her brown robe over her tunic. "I just finished, she's expecting us. Atton's heading outside." Cadon said. This would also be the first time seeing Visas in person ever since Traya had been defeated on Malachor. Adana clipped her lightsaber on her belt and said she was ready to go. They joined Atton outside and made their way to where Visas was staying. Upon reaching her quarters, Atton knocked twice. After a few moments, Visas answered the door. "Atton." she chimed. "It's good to see you again. Please, come in."
Atton went inside. Visas greeted Cadon with a friendly embrace. "It's been a while, Cadon." she said. "It's great to see you." Cadon answered with a grin. Visas looked behind Cadon. "Is that little Adana?" Visas asked. "Not so little any more." Cadon chuckled. "My, you've grown fast." Visas commented, smiling. "The last time I saw you was when you were nine years of age, aspiring to be a Jedi. Now you're fifteen and you are a Jedi."
They followed Visas inside, where she offered them a seat. After they had all gotten comfortable, the Miraluka got right down to the matter at hand. "It was about two weeks ago." she informed the trio. "I had heard there was a mugger who was robbing people all over the Refugee Sector. Apparently, he had made a mistake of robbing a couple of travelers who were staying here for a few weeks. They said that he threatened the two with a blaster, but they drew lightsabers and cut him down. After the incident with the Sith six years ago, the Refugee Sector has become much like Khoonda- many people here do not like the Jedi. I myself have managed to keep my identity as a Jedi hidden, and I do not know how high the risk for a Jedi is right now. But, if we're to rebuild the Order, we need all the help we can get."
"Any idea where they might be?" Cadon asked. "Yes." was the answer from Visas. "I've also heard talk that people have seen two men wearing Jedi Robes in the Corellian Sector. We'll take an airspeeder there in a little while. For now, let us rest. I'm sure you are weary from your traveling.
As they rested, Cadon and Adana's mind were set on one thing momentarily: in order to get to the airspeeder to reach the Corellian Sector, that meant that they would have to pass through the Refugee Sector, the place where the Sith had attacked six years earlier.