Ezra pilots the Lambda-class shuttle, slicing through the starry expanse of the galaxy. Yalara, formerly Seventh Sister, sits beside him, being engrossed in the datapad, flipping through journal entries that unraveled the chapters of her life as a Jedi. Thankfully, the Executor found Jedi entries from Imperial archives. They kept them in the case of torturing would-be-Inquisitors.

XX

File 1

Mission to Mirial.

My fellow masters,

As per the Council's directive, I undertook a mission to the planet Mirial to mediate a longstanding land dispute between two townships. Mirial's intricate balance between industry and agriculture had become disrupted, leading to escalating tensions. I am pleased to inform the Jedi Council that an amicable resolution has been reached.

Both townships have agreed to a compromise, redrawing the boundaries of their respective industrial and agricultural lands. This should pave the way for a more harmonious coexistence, fostering peace and cooperation among the Mirialan communities.

In the course of my mission, a family contacted me with information that could be of significance to the Jedi Order. They believe their child may be Force-sensitive. Intrigued by this prospect, I am heading north of the plateau to meet with the family in question.

Mirial's cultural richness is palpable, and the Force resonates in unique ways across its landscapes. If further investigation is warranted, I shall use my discernment to determine the nature of the child's sensitivity.

I will continue to keep the Jedi Council apprised of developments as they unfold. May the Force guide my interactions and decisions in this delicate matter.

May the Force be with you all.

XX

She checked, curious, there was roughly a dozen entries about her, the last one shortly before Order 66. She resumed her reading.

XX

File 2

Mission to Mirial.

Location: Velna and Varus Rusis' Residence, Mirial

Masters,

Upon arriving in the picturesque township, I was struck by the evident prosperity and tranquility achieved through their recent land dispute resolution. The township is meticulously maintained, with the central square serving as a symbol of unity among its inhabitants.

The Rusis family, welcoming and gracious, escorted me to their home, a charming timber-framed structure adorned with unique Mirialan designs. The residents of this township, with their strong community bonds, exemplify the values that the Jedi Order holds dear.

Inside their residence, I was introduced to the toddler in question. The child displayed a keen interest in the surroundings, demonstrating a curiosity that often accompanies Force sensitivity. The parents, Varus and Velna Rusis, seemed genuinely concerned about their child's potential connection to the Force.

To ascertain the validity of their claims, I conducted a blood test on the toddler. Given the child's age and apparent receptiveness to the Force, I believe that she is well-suited for Jedi training.

However, the decision to initiate training should be approached with utmost care and consideration. I propose that a Jedi Knight or Master skilled in the training of young Force-sensitive individuals be assigned to oversee the initial phases of the child's development.

I await further instructions from you all on how to proceed with this matter. It is my sincere hope that this child, if deemed suitable for Jedi training, may contribute to the Order's noble cause in the years to come.

I will report shortly.

May the Force guide our decisions.

File 3

Mission to Mirial.

Masters,

I am pleased to inform the Jedi Council that the Midi-Chlorian test conducted on Yalara Rusis has yielded remarkable results. The toddler's midi-chlorian count stands at an impressive 10,400, signifying an extraordinary potential within her. This innate aptitude is likely to shape her personality significantly as she grows.

I strongly believe that the Force has guided me to this child for a reason, presenting a unique opportunity for our Order. With your esteemed blessing, I intend to bring her with me to Coruscant. The Jedi healers and caregivers stationed there are well-equipped to nurture and guide her through the early stages of her Force-sensitive journey.

This child, marked by her inborn natural talents, holds the promise of becoming a valuable asset to the Jedi Order. I commit to overseeing her training personally and ensuring that she grows into a Jedi who upholds the principles and values of our Order. The Force's will, I am certain, has intertwined our paths for a purpose that will unfold in due time.

I place my unwavering trust in the wisdom of the Jedi Council and seek your guidance on the next steps in this matter. May the Force illuminate our path as we welcome this gifted young one into the folds of the Jedi Order.

May the Force be with you all.

XX

As the hum of the shuttle's engines resonates through the cabin, Ezra glances at Spectre Seven. "You seem lost in thought. Everything alright?"

"It's a common habit of mine, Bridger."

"Ok, you don't have to tell me if you want. But in my view it's better when you get it off your chest. I learned from experience."

She contemplated his remark and sighed, "Ok... just invading thoughts. Thinking it's a waste of time doing this journey if my family have passed away already."

"Well Luke met his mother's family once. They cleared up any confusion on his lineage. And once we were done with our adventure, he felt what he needed has been fulfilled."

"So you're trying to say I should only meet my parents once?"

"No that's not I meant. I meant this is an opportunity to clear up where you came from. To show your family what you have done to change the Galaxy. And you never know, you might want them to meet their grandchild if they're still alive."

She grinned, "Hm... very well."

Ezra looks up to the console, his eyes revealing a mix of curiosity and determination, "We're approaching Mirial. Piett's intel has been reliable so far. Hopefully, the journal entries you read bring us to the correct town."

As the shuttle descends toward the surface of Mirial, Spectre Seven's gaze fixates on the terrain below. Memories, both distant and recent, intertwine, creating a complex tapestry. The shuttle touches down gracefully, and the duo prepares to disembark.

The chill of Mirial's atmosphere greeted them as they stepped out of the shuttle, surrounded by the stark beauty of a desert planet. The hues of pink and green played across the landscape, offering a unique contrast against the barren expanse. Despite its remote status, Mirial held an otherworldly allure.

Ezra and Spectre Seven trekked through the black trees that bordered the outskirts of town, the twigs beneath their feet cracking in the cold air. The high plateau north of the equator loomed in the distance, covered in a pristine layer of snow. The duo moved with purpose, guided by Piett's information and the prospect of uncovering the secrets that Mirial held.

Spectre Seven noticed Ezra's heavy breathing, sensing goosebumps all over his body.

"You're not cold?" Ezra asks.

"No, you could say I have genetics to withstand it."

"Hmf... yeah makes sense, I have even more layers than you. Hopefully our kid can have your genetics," Ezra remarked.

Seventh's gaze flitted across the landscape, a mix of nostalgia and uncertainty in her eyes.

Ezra glanced at his datapad. "The intel mentions that the town is just a few kilometers from here. We should head there first and gather any information we can."

As they approached the town, the silhouette of small structures became visible against the pale sky. The buildings, constructed with a combination of native materials and imported metals, created a peculiar yet harmonious blend of Mirialan architecture.

Entering the town, they were met with curious glances from the locals. Mirialans, known for their intricate facial tattoos, observed the newcomers with a mix of skepticism and intrigue. The duo moved toward the center of the settlement, searching for clues that might lead them to the Rusis family.

Seventh Sister took a deep breath, inhaling the crisp air of her home-world. "Let's start by asking around. We need to find out if anyone remembers my family and where they might be now."

XX

The Mirialan receptionist, adorned with intricate facial tattoos, regarded the former Seventh Sister with a mix of curiosity and respect. The well-lit city hall exuded a sense of order, its timber frame houses near the center standing mostly white against the unique hues of Mirial's landscape.

Spectre Seven took the lead, approaching the receptionist with a polite smile. "Greetings. I was hoping to gather some information about previous residents of this township. I'm looking for a family that lived here about twenty years ago. They had a daughter who was taken away when she was just a toddler."

The Mirialan receptionist nodded understandingly, her eyes scanning a holographic display for information. "I see. We do keep records of the township's residents. May I know the name of the family you're inquiring about?"

Ezra, standing nearby, observed her emotions as she embarked on this journey to uncover her past.

Seventh Sister continued, "The family's name is Rusis—Varus and Velna Rusis. They might have had a daughter named Yalara."

The receptionist's eyes widened slightly as she manipulated the holographic interface. After a brief pause, she looked up. "Yes, I have information on the Rusis family. They were residents here until about thirty years ago. According to our records, they had a daughter named Yalara."

Seventh Sister's heart quickened at the mention of her given name. This was the confirmation she sought for years.

Ezra, sensing her emotions, placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

The receptionist continued, "It appears that they moved to the countryside after leaving the township. The updated information says they have a potato and carrot family farm northwards."

Seven nodded, a mix of disappointment and determination in her eyes. "Do you know how far it is?"

The receptionist pondered for a moment. "I recommend checking two specific towns, Drenok and Chesulo. Both of them are northward and well known for their carrots and potatoes during harvest season."

"Thank you for your time and help."

"No problem, I wish you both well on your journey."

With gratitude, Seventh Sister once again thanked the receptionist. The duo left city hall, determined to seek out ones who could hold the missing pieces of her past.

XX

Under the celestial canopy of Mirial, the night sky unfurled its tapestry of stars, a breathtaking symphony of distant worlds. The hues of pink and green in the landscape were now replaced by the serene darkness of night. Seventh Sister and Ezra found themselves enchanted by the celestial display, standing on the outskirts of the town, their silhouettes painted against the cosmic canvas.

As they strolled through the quiet town, the night air carrying a subtle chill, Ezra suggested, "How about we find an inn for the night? Rest up before we go into the countryside tomorrow."

Seventh Sister nodded in agreement, "Very well. We have been on the move long enough."

Guided by the ambient glow of the town square, they meandered through the narrow streets, searching for a place to stay. The architecture, a blend of modernity and tradition, whispered tales of the town's past. Eventually, a sign in the distance caught their attention — Alnujum Inn."

Ezra, pointing towards the welcoming glow of the inn, said, "How about this one?"

Seventh Sister agreed, "Alnujum Inn it is."

The inn's entrance creaked open, welcoming Seventh Sister and Ezra into its cozy interior. The warm ambiance, complemented by the gentle glow of ambient lights, immediately wrapped them in a sense of comfort. Aged wooden beams crossed the ceiling, revealing the inn's history as a once-private residence.

Approaching the desk, they were greeted by a Mirialan woman with a kind smile. "Good evening! How can I assist you?"

Ezra spoke up, "We're looking for a room for the night. Do you have any available?"

The desk lady consulted a digital display and nodded. "Indeed, we have one more room available. Are you planning to stay long in our town?"

Spectre Seven, with a serene expression, answered, "We're here for family matters. Looking to visit the countryside up north tomorrow."

The desk lady's eyes brightened with interest. "Family, you say? Were you raised here?"

Seventh shook her head. "No, actually, I left as a child. But we're hoping to reconnect with my roots."

The Mirialan woman's eyes glinted with understanding. "Ah, the galaxy is a vast place, and family ties can stretch across star systems. I hope your journey here brings you the connections you seek."

Spectre Seven expressed her gratitude.

With a graceful gesture, the desk lady handed them a key card. "Room four is available for you. If you need anything, feel free to ask. Enjoy your stay!"

Taking the key, they ascended a narrow staircase to the upper floor. Room four, adorned with simple yet tasteful furnishings, emanated a homely atmosphere. As they settled in, Seventh Sister couldn't help but reflect on the significance of this journey.

In the quiet comfort of their room, Ezra and Yalara found solace in each other's presence. The air was filled with a gentle tranquility as they settled onto the bed, the soft glow from the room's modest lamps casting a warm ambiance.

Spectre Seven, her fingers lightly tracing Ezra's chin, couldn't help but notice a formation of a goatee. She looked into his eyes, a playful glint dancing in her own, and asked, "Is that a beard I sense growing? Trying out a new look, are you?"

Ezra, chuckling at the notion, replied, "Well, I figured a Mirialan might appreciate a touch of facial hair. What do you think? Is it working?"

Yalara, a subtle smile playing on her lips, teasingly remarked, "Perhaps. Adds a certain rugged charm, but don't let it get too wild."

Ezra, joining in the playful banter, said, "Noted. I'll keep it in check. Wouldn't want to get mistaken for a desert cactus."

Seventh, resting against the soft pillows, continued to run her fingers through Ezra's hair, savoring the peacefulness of the moment. As they shared gentle laughter and affectionate glances, the echoes of Mirial's night outside seemed to harmonize with the subtle melody of their connection, creating a serene duet in the heart of the Alnujum.