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The journey to Corellia passed quickly and quietly as Harry and Obi-Wan spent much of their time immersed in preparation. They reviewed reports on the rising tensions in Coronet City, analyzed the profiles of the major players likely involved, and strategized how best to navigate the situation. Though Harry wasn't entirely familiar with Corellian politics or culture, he listened intently to Obi-Wan's insights, absorbing as much as he could.
When the transport finally emerged from hyperspace, Harry leaned forward, his breath catching at the sight of the planet below. Corellia's surface was a mesmerizing mosaic of sprawling cities, verdant forests, and vast shimmering oceans. It immediately reminded Harry of pictures he had seen of Earth, and for a fleeting moment, nostalgia crept into his thoughts.
As the ship descended, the urban expanse of Coronet City came into view. Its towering skyscrapers reached for the sky like slender fingers of steel and glass, a stark contrast to the more compact yet dense design of Coruscant. Harry marveled at the city's layout, a mix of ordered grids and chaotic sprawl. The starship finally settled at the edge of a quieter district, away from the heart of the metropolis.
Obi-Wan turned to Harry as the engines powered down. "I have a contact nearby. I've found him extremely useful in previous situations and he might have information on the local situation, but he's ... particular. He won't be keen on meeting more than one of us."
Harry frowned. "You want me to just stay here? What if something happens?"
"You'll be safe," Obi-Wan assured him. "Just stay near the ship. The pilot will keep an eye out, and I won't be long. It's better this way. I'll fill you in on whatever I learn as soon as I return."
Reluctantly, Harry agreed. He watched Obi-Wan disappear into the maze of streets, then turned to the pilot, hoping for some conversation to pass the time. Unfortunately, unlike the pilots he had met aboard the Padme's ship, the pilot was taciturn, answering Harry's attempts at small talk with curt replies before resuming his postflight checks.
Quickly getting bored, Harry stepped off the ship to stretch his legs, keeping Obi-Wan's instructions in mind. The landing pad was relatively quiet, with a few mechanics tending to nearby ships and droids scuttling about on routine tasks. He wandered the perimeter of their pad, staying close to the vessel, his curiosity piqued by the faint hum of machinery and the distant chatter of workers.
He had just begun to examine a sleek Corellian freighter on the next landing pad when a voice startled him.
"What are you doing here, kid? Don't you know this area isn't safe for loitering?"
Harry turned sharply to find a man several years older than Obi-Wan standing a few paces away. He was broad-shouldered, with a rugged, grease-stained look that marked him as someone who worked with his hands. The man's tone wasn't hostile, but there was a clear edge of suspicion.
Harry quickly composed himself. "I'm not loitering or trespassing. I came in on that ship over there." He gestured to the transport. "My—uh—travel companion had a meeting and asked me to stay nearby."
The man squinted at the ship, then back at Harry. "Your 'travel companion,' huh? Sure you didn't just sneak into the area looking for something to take?"
Harry suppressed a sigh. "No, he'll be back soon. I just got bored of waiting on the ship so thought I'd take a look around."
The man nodded slowly, though his expression remained skeptical. "Name's Ovan," he said after a moment. "Part-time mechanic, part-time general worker for the CEC."
"Harry." He replied before raising an eyebrow towards the man. "CEC?" Harry echoed.
Ovan chuckled. "Corellian Engineering Corporation. Biggest employer around these parts. If you're in Coronet City and have never heard of the CEC, you're either trying lying and trying to avoid them or you're not from here."
"Definitely not from here," Harry admitted. "But that's cool. A mechanic, huh? That's got to be fun. I tinker with droids a bit myself."
Ovan laughed again, although Harry could tell that it was hollow. "Droids and starships are worlds apart, kid. But hey, you gotta start somewhere."
Harry looked at the man questioningly. "Sounds like you don't enjoy it much."
Ovan shrugged, glancing off toward the city skyline. "Never wanted to be a mechanic forever. Used to want to fly ships, but ... circumstances change. Got a kid on the way now. Guess being an employed mechanic beats being an unemployed pilot."
Harry was about to respond when Ovan's radio crackled to life. He held up a hand and stepped away to answer, his voice low but firm. When he returned, he gestured toward the transport. "Listen, you'd better head back to your ship. Next person who finds you wandering around might not be so understanding. Could end up in one of the planet's detention centers. It's happened to younger kids for less."
"Thanks for the warning," Harry said, nodding. "And congrats on the kid."
Ovan gave him a small, appreciative smile before walking off toward a cluster of freighters. Harry watched him go, then returned to the ship as instructed, though he couldn't help but feel restless. The landing pad was eerily quiet now, and the minutes dragged on.
He was beginning to wonder if Obi-Wan had run into trouble when the Jedi finally returned, his expression calm but his pace brisk. "Sorry for the delay," Obi-Wan said as he boarded. "I think I have a slightly clearer picture of what's going on now."
As the ship lifted off toward the CorSec landing pad, Obi-Wan filled Harry in. "There's unrest brewing here, tied to a group smuggling illegal weapons and spice into Coronet City. My contact believes they're connected to a larger network—possibly with ties to the Trade Federation. CorSec is aware but overwhelmed."
Harry frowned. "And they're okay with us being involved?"
"I guess we will find out in a couple minutes but I assume the relationship will be reluctant at best," Obi-Wan admitted. "Corellians value their independence. They won't take kindly to interference unless absolutely necessary. We'll need to tread carefully."
Harry nodded, processing the information. "What's our next move?"
"We'll meet with the CorSec commander to get an official briefing. From there, we'll determine how best to proceed."
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The ship glided over the bustling expanse of Coronet City, its skyscrapers glittering under the sunlight, and descended toward a secure CorSec facility. The landing pad was a modest but well-guarded area, with armored personnel standing watch at key points. As the ship touched down, Harry felt a nervous flutter in his chest. This wasn't a race or a fight; this was political intrigue but he assumed it would be at least as dangerous, and he wasn't sure what to expect.
The boarding ramp descended, and Harry followed Obi-Wan out into the warm Corellian air. A small delegation of officials awaited them, though Harry couldn't help but notice that it was far fewer than he had anticipated. He glanced at Obi-Wan, who offered a shrug and a smile.
"Perhaps the rest of the welcoming party was still on break," Obi-Wan said lightly, as though reading Harry's thoughts.
The officials, led by a middle aged man with a stoic expression, introduced themselves mechanically before guiding the pair through the facility. The halls were a mix of utilitarian design and Corellian flair, with metallic walls occasionally interrupted by sleek green accents.
Eventually, they were ushered into the main security office, a spacious room dominated by holoscreens displaying maps, reports, and live feeds of Coronet City. A sharp-eyed woman in a neatly pressed uniform stood waiting. Her presence commanded attention, her posture rigid and confident.
The man who had escorted them spoke up. "Captain Falco, the Jedi are here."
The woman turned to face them, her gaze appraising. "Thank you, Rostek," she said, her voice crisp but not unkind. She stepped forward, extending a hand. "Welcome to Corellia. I'm Captain Myra Falco, your liaison with CorSec. I'll be coordinating with you on this mission."
Obi-Wan inclined his head respectfully. "Thank you, Captain. I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi, and this is, Harry Skywalker."
Falco's eyes flicked to Harry, her brow arching slightly. "You're both younger than I expected," she remarked, her tone neutral but edged with skepticism. "Was this really the best the Jedi could come up with? We were reluctant to reach out in the first place, and I suspect that when you meet the senator you will find him to be even more reluctant than we were. And honestly, if this is the best the Jedi Council could send, perhaps we were wrong to contact you at all."
Harry bristled slightly but said nothing, letting Obi-Wan handle it. His master smiled, unperturbed. "Appearances can be deceiving, Captain. I assure you, we're both more capable than we may look."
Falco's lips quirked into a faint smile as she shrugged. "We'll see, I suppose."
She turned and gestured for them to follow her. They moved to one of the large wall screens, where she began pulling up files. A series of dossiers appeared, along with surveillance footage and detailed maps.
"Unlike many of the softer planets out there, the Corellian senators are no strangers to threats," Falco began. "From the moment they announce their candidacy, they're bombarded with them—mostly to gain leverage for future bribes or introduce the 'players' to the incoming senator. It's an unfortunate reality of our system. But Senator Garm Bel Iblis was different than most of his predecessors. As far as politicians go, he's remarkably immune to corruption. His gruff, no-nonsense manner hasn't exactly made him popular, especially with the crime syndicates, but in general it's earned him respect."
Falco tapped the screen, bringing up a timeline of recent events. "As a result of this though, Bel Iblis received more threats than most. That wasn't exactly unexpected, however most we just file under idle threats and only about one in ten even warrants actual interest. However, the threats we're concerned about began just over a month ago. At first, we dismissed them as more posturing from one of the smaller cartels. But recent developments have changed the situation."
"What developments?" Obi-Wan asked.
Falco's expression darkened. "I'll get to that. At first, it was just anonymous messages—veiled threats with no follow-up. Then the attacks started. Small but coordinated: a bomb scare at one of his speeches, sabotage at his estate. All of it escalating."
Harry's stomach tightened. He glanced at Obi-Wan, who asked, "Do you have any leads on this bounty hunter?"
Falco hesitated, clearly surprised by the question. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised you already know about that," she said with a faint smirk. "Jedi. Well, it doesn't matter, we would've told you anyway. But unfortunately, no, we don't have much to go on. Based on the timing and recent escalation, combined with some concerning rumors from informants, we believe the bounty hunter is working with one of the local cartels, but we haven't been able to confirm which one. We do have a blurry image of him arriving at the central spaceport a few days ago, but that's it."
She gestured for them to follow her to the center of the room, where a large holomap of Coronet City was displayed. "This is where you come in. We're hoping your ... unique skills can give us an edge."
The holomap shifted, highlighting various points of interest. Falco pointed to several locations. "These are the known bases of operation for the cartels in the city. This one—" she tapped a glowing red icon "—is the most likely suspect. They've been unusually active in recent weeks, and we suspect they may have orchestrated or at least been involved with the recent events."
The map shifted again, this time highlighting a series of routes and buildings. "These are the senator's movements over the next few days. Public appearances, meetings, everything we know."
Obi-Wan studied the map carefully. "Your priority is to establish contact with the senator and ensure his immediate safety," Falco said firmly. "After that, we'll work together to root out the source of these threats."
Harry finally spoke up. "Does the senator know we're coming?"
Falco shook her head. "He's aware CorSec has increased his security detail, but we didn't inform him about you. He's ... wary of outsiders, even Jedi."
Obi-Wan nodded. "Understood. Where is the senator now?"
"At his estate, just outside the city center," Falco replied. "I've arranged for transport to take you there immediately."
As they prepared to leave, Falco offered a parting comment. "I'll be monitoring your progress closely. Don't let me down."
Once outside, Harry exhaled, the weight of the mission pressing down on him. "She doesn't seem too confident in us," he muttered.
"She's cautious, and understandably so," Obi-Wan replied. "But she'll come around. For now, lets focus on the task at hand."
They boarded the waiting speeder, which whisked them away toward the senator's estate. Harry gazed out the window, the cityscape blurring into a mix of industrial and residential districts. The estate, when they arrived, was a stark contrast to the urban sprawl—an elegant structure surrounded by manicured gardens and high walls.
The security at the gate was tight, but after a brief exchange and presentation of credentials, they were allowed entry. A butler met them at the entrance, his demeanor polite but reserved.
"The senator is in his study," the butler informed them. "I'll escort you."
As they followed, Harry couldn't shake the tension in the air. The estate was quiet, but there was a subtle undercurrent of unease, as though the staff were bracing for something to happen. When they reached the study, the butler knocked once before opening the door.
Senator Garm Bel Iblis stood by a large window, his hands clasped behind his back. He turned as they entered, his expression a mixture of curiosity and irritation. He was a tall man with graying hair and piercing eyes that seemed to take in everything at once.
"Jedi," he said, his tone neutral. "I certainly wasn't expecting you."
Obi-Wan inclined his head respectfully. "Senator, we're here at the request of CorSec. I'm Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi, and this is my padawan, Harry Skywalker."
Bel Iblis's gaze shifted to Harry, his eyes narrowing slightly. "A Jedi padawan? They sent a child?"
Harry bristled but before he could respond, Obi-Wan put a hand on his shoulder and replied. "Appearances can be deceiving, Senator. We're here to ensure your safety and help investigate the threats against you."
Senator Garm Bel Iblis crossed his arms, his gaze sharp and unwavering as he regarded Obi-Wan and Harry for a long moment before eventually nodding. "Very well. Let's see if you're as capable as the stories claim. I appreciate CorSec's concern that there may be more to these threats than the others," he began, his tone clipped. "But I'm confident they are more than capable of handling this investigation on their own. I can't help but think this is a waste of a trip for you and your Padawan."
Obi-Wan nodded calmly, his expression composed. "Of course, Senator. We're not here to step on anyone's toes. And if that is truly the case I look forward to thinking of this as simply a learning opportunity for my padawan. We're simply here to observe and assist CorSec as needed."
Bel Iblis's eyes flicked to Harry, his expression softening marginally before he returned his attention to Obi-Wan. "Fine. But you'd better not get in our way."
"Of course not," Obi-Wan assured him, his tone even.
For the next half hour, they discussed the senator's daily routine, public appearances, and possible substitutions for his schedule to minimize risks, including possibly finding a reason to get off the planet right now to let CorSec and the two of them focus on their investigation. After laughing about the idea of changing his schedule, Bel Iblis answered their questions tersely but thoroughly, his no-nonsense demeanor leaving little room for small talk. He shared details about the locations he frequented and the precautions already in place, clearly confident in his existing security measures.
As the conversation wound down, the senator stood abruptly, signaling an end to the discussion. "As I said, don't get in CorSec's way. If you have any questions or pressing concerns, contact my head of security, Commander Tolan Vyross. My butler will be able to provide his contact information. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to."
Without waiting for a reply, Bel Iblis turned and left the room, the door hissing shut behind him.
Harry blinked in mild surprise at the senator's abruptness. "Not much for goodbyes, is he?"
Obi-Wan chuckled softly. "He's a busy man, and I suspect he's not thrilled about our presence here. We'll just have to prove our worth."
After obtaining Commander Vyross's contact information from the butler, the Jedi made their way to the shuttle waiting to take them back into the city. The ride was smooth, the cityscape of Coronet blurring past the windows as they discussed their next steps.
"So, what's the plan for tonight?" Harry asked, glancing at Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan leaned back in his seat, his arms crossed thoughtfully. "CorSec received a tip about a suspected hideout linked to the bounty hunter. I think we should investigate it."
Harry turned to look out the window, his brow furrowing. Something about that plan didn't sit right with him. He hesitated, then finally spoke. "I'm not so sure that's the best idea, Master."
Obi-Wan's gaze shifted to Harry, his tone curious. "You disagree, my young Padawan?"
Harry nodded slowly, choosing his words carefully. "Based on what we know about this bounty hunter, I think that might be a false lead. Even if it's not, CorSec likely already has that location under surveillance. I don't think we'd gain much by going there. Instead, I think it might be more productive to visit the cantinas and ask questions. Growing up on Tatooine, if there is one thing I learned its that people talk in places like that, and we might overhear something useful."
Obi-Wan studied Harry for a moment before a small smile tugged at his lips. "While I doubt the bounty hunter will be sitting in a cantina before carrying out his mission, you may have a point. Cantinas are frequented by many ... less discreet individuals. Someone might know something and let it slip."
Harry grinned. "Oh, I don't think he'll be buying death sticks at the bar, but two Jedi wandering around cantinas and asking questions might get his attention. He could be drawn out, at least to observe what's going on."
Obi-Wan froze mid-thought, turning to give Harry an incredulous look. "You're proposing we act as bait?"
Harry shrugged, trying to look innocent. "I was thinking of it more as creating an opportunity for him to reveal himself. But ... yeah, I suppose bait works too."
Obi-Wan shook his head slowly, his tone laced with a mix of exasperation and amusement. "Our mission is to observe and work with CorSec to gather information, not to draw undue attention to ourselves."
"Of course, Master," Harry replied smoothly. "But the mission is to prevent the assassination, right? This could help us get to that stage right away."
Obi-Wan let out a long sigh as he turned his attention back to the cityscape outside. As their driver navigated around a stalled speeder, Obi-Wan murmured, "I worry you might be the death of me. But I suppose this is as good a place as any to start."
Harry smirked. "That's the spirit."
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As the shuttle approached Coronet's entertainment district, the city's energy shifted. The streets were alive with neon lights and bustling crowds, a mix of locals and off-worlders going about their evening. The cantinas and clubs lining the streets pulsed with music and chatter, each establishment seemingly louder and livelier than the one before it.
The shuttle stopped near a busy intersection, and the Jedi stepped out onto the sidewalk. Harry adjusted his cloak, trying to look inconspicuous, though he doubted they'd blend in easily. Obi-Wan glanced around, his keen eyes scanning the surroundings.
"Let's start with that one," he said, nodding toward a modest cantina with a flickering sign that read The Wrecked Haunt.
The interior was dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of smoke and spilled drinks. A Twi'lek bartender wiped down the counter while a handful of patrons clustered around tables, their conversations a murmur of different languages. Obi-Wan and Harry made their way to the bar, drawing a few curious glances but nothing overtly hostile.
Obi-Wan leaned against the counter and ordered a drink, keeping his tone casual. "Busy night?"
The bartender, a grizzled male with one lekku adorned in gold rings, shrugged. "Always is. What brings you two here?"
"Just passing through," Obi-Wan replied smoothly. "We heard this place has a good reputation for ... interesting stories."
The bartender chuckled and re-evaluated him. "Depends on what you're looking for."
Obi-Wan smiled faintly. "We're curious about a recent visitor to Coronet. Heard there's been some unusual activity in the area."
The bartender's eyes narrowed slightly, his tone wary. "What kind of activity?"
Before Obi-Wan could respond, Harry chimed in. "Word is there's been a lot of movement among the cartels. We were wondering if anyone new had caught your attention."
The bartender studied them for a moment before leaning in slightly. "You're not from CorSec, are you?"
Obi-Wan shook his head. "Just curious individuals."
The bartender smirked but didn't press further. "Well, if it's rumors you're after, there's been talk of a bounty hunter whose new to town asking questions about the senator. Doesn't take a genius to figure out what that's about. He's got most of the regulars nervous. Something about him being ... intense."
"Intense how?" Harry asked, leaning forward.
The bartender shrugged. "Works alone. Doesn't seem to care who he crosses. Dangerous type."
Obi-Wan nodded thoughtfully. "Any idea where he might be now?"
The bartender hesitated, glancing around before lowering his voice. "I heard he's staying somewhere near the spaceport. Don't know if it's true, but if I were you, I'd steer clear."
Obi-Wan thanked the bartender and paid for the drink, with a couple extra credits for the bartender, then led Harry out of the cantina. Once outside, they stopped to regroup.
"Looks like your instincts were right, Harry," Obi-Wan said. "The cantinas might yield more leads than just casing out the suspected hideout."
Harry grinned. "Well it was a good idea, but I'm glad you agree, Master."
Obi-Wan sighed, though there was a trace of amusement in his expression. "Let's keep moving. There's more ground to cover tonight."
The bustling streets of Coronet City were alive in a way even Coruscant hadn't been as Harry and Obi-Wan made their way from one cantina to the next. The night had been long, and while the information they had gathered was sparse, it wasn't without merit. Small tidbits—whispers of unusual activity near the spaceport, talk of a bounty hunter intimidating low-level cartel members—began to paint a picture, albeit a fragmented one.
Harry stretched as they exited their fourth cantina of the night, his eyes scanning the street. "I don't know, Master. Feels like we're just picking up crumbs."
Obi-Wan smiled faintly, his calm demeanor unshaken. "Crumbs can still lead us to the cake, Harry. Every piece of information counts, even if it seems insignificant."
As they crossed the street toward their next destination, Harry paused, unable to shake a nagging feeling at the edge of his awareness. It seemed as if a subtle presence trailed them, just out of sight. He glanced over at Obi-Wan, who gave him a small smile.
"You feel it too?" Harry asked, keeping his voice low.
"Yes," Obi-Wan replied, his tone quiet but firm. "I've felt the tail for the last several blocks. Look forward and act natural."
Harry smirked, about to comment, but Obi-Wan cut him off with a wry look. "Pride isn't a good look on you, my young Padawan. Let's get into this next cantina and set a trap for our shadow."
Unable to fully suppress his grin, Harry nodded. Together, they stepped into the next cantina, The Gilded Nerf. The establishment was much like the others—dim, loud, and filled with a mix of beings from across the galaxy. The air buzzed with snippets of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter, blending into the hum of a cantina band playing in the background.
Obi-Wan leaned over to Harry, his hand firm on his shoulder as he subtly pointed to an open booth in the corner of the room. "Take a seat there," he instructed, before nodding toward the restrooms. "I'll be close by."
Harry made his way toward the booth, weaving through the crowd. As he neared the table, the nagging feeling at the back of his mind flared. Before he could react, the unmistakable pressure of a blaster barrel pressed into his back.
"Okay, kid," a gruff voice said from behind him, low and threatening. "Don't turn around. Talk now. I hear the two of you have been asking for me? You're certainly not CorSec, if I had to guess. Jedi, maybe? That surprises me. Just how much do you know? We don't have much time before your friend returns."
Harry's breath hitched, and he started to raise his hands slowly, his mind racing for a response. But before he could speak, the room was filled with a sudden, snap-hiss of a lightsaber getting ignited.
"Perhaps less time than you think," came Obi-Wan's voice, calm but with an edge of authority. Harry felt a shift in the man's stance behind him, the blaster wavering slightly along his back as Obi-Wan continued. "Lower your weapon and step away from the boy."
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Story Note 1 – Without using the help of Mr. or Mrs. Google, was anyone able to recognize who Harry ran into on Correlia while waiting for Obi-Wan to have his meeting. Hoped that it was subtle enough that most people would realize the importance and only some would have actually caught it. Enjoy looking it up!
Story Note 2 – Additionally, there was another incredibly brief cameo. Congrats to anyone who picked it up! While this story will mostly be based on the new canon (aka Disney's baby) I will indeed bring in some characters from Legends, as some of the characters and/or storylines from Legends were certainly very interesting and I believe they will definitely add something to the story.
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shadow patronus, Guest x 4, Ep, fraewyn - Thanks so much for the review and I hope that you continue to enjoy the story as it progresses!
Horus Ra - That's a good catch and it is something that will be coming up shortly although it is mostly as in order to progress the plot and his learning of the Force I pushed it to upcoming chapters although don't worry it is mostly because if I was in his position I would have been very interested in learning new things as well (especially this new 'Force') but once the initial shine wore off I'd go back to reading the books on magics I was unfamiliar with. And this is something I'd imagine would be shared with Harry. But don't worry magic will continue to be a part of his story!
Jostanos - I'd imagine you might be onto something ... although maybe not who you think it would be ... but we shall see! Glad that Dooku's introduction went over well and I certainly believe that he will impart some knowledge on Harry. I'd sure hope that they can do something, but I guess we shall see! Hope you had a terific holidays! And had a lot of fun writing the undercity part. Glad the interaction scenes are working!
Lukoshi - I'm glad that was a fun treat! Certainly won't be the last we see of him ... unless of course something happens ... haha :)
tanis19 - 100% it was a Qui-Gon thing I take no credit in it but I agree I certainly think that Dooku has some valid points that need to get looked into and the Jedi Order certainly has more than its fair share of faults hopefully they put some serious work into fixing it. Thanks! Hope your Christmas was terrific!
WhiteElfElder - Hey! Stop reading future story notes. Haha :) but I guess we shall see ...
soulreaper31337 - Super happy to hear you are enjoying the story! Certainly have been having fun writing it! Those are fun guesses and Ventress would be fun, although certainly have fun plans for her
Gullwingyunie - Sifo-Dyas would be super interesting but hopefully with Dooku and Qui-Gon around Sifo-Dyas will stay safe. I certainly agree that Pong Krell might be a little obvious although while the big reason isn't there yet, the underlying thoughts might be or at least I imagine it'd be possible to manipulate him. Grievous certainly will play a significant part in the story. I honestly find your response incredibly well thought out! Some really good guesses ... including one that is possibly right ...
sohrabsadafi eco - There is a reason it hasn't been given yet but the Correlia mission was supposed to be more of a low stakes observation and interaction with other agencies.
PendragonPrime - If I had to guess ... I would imagine that Revan is extremely likely to appear again.
Monkey D. Conan - Ooo ... now that might be a good guess ...
bored peasant - Yes ... I mean i guess we will have to find out ... haha.
darthjohn - I'd imagine that there are certainly some people of importance he might meet on Correlia but those two might be a little early ... I'd imagine if he was to possibly run into any green jedi it would be a chat indeed.
Enigma - No plans to do so!