Now that she was sure Fifth Brother and Seventh Sister would not get in her way, Reva was over the moon.

All of the pieces were falling into place. Obi-Wan Kenobi and Leia Organa were within her grasp, Brother and Sister had been sufficiently humiliated, and Lord Vader had personally requested an audience from her.

There was the matter of the mysterious female Jedi Master...and she would be lying if she said that it did not tempt her. But Reva was resolved to stay focused no matter what.

When she had first entered the Inquisitorius Program, she had been the shortest of her peers and was frequently bullied. Her competitors would often mess with her food, corner her after lessons and rough house with her, or attempt to push her over. Now, she had learned to stand her ground and hit back. Anyone who dared to mess with her would surely receive their dues.

Deciding to stop for some food, she walked into a busy bar. Most of the people around her immediately went silent and backed away, not wanting to be taken away and interrogated. Although the bar was bustling to the brim, all of the seats immediately next to her were cleared and the bartender apologized for the quality of service. Reva ignored the change in atmosphere and continued with her business, ordering her usual. She was in too good of a mood to be bothered right now.

A few moments later, she noticed a human woman enter the same bar. She looked around nervously, as if she was waiting for something.

She seems like she could use some help, Reva smirked to herself. Deciding to take pity on the woman, she waved at her and pointed at the empty seat next to her. Intrigued, the woman hesitated but decided to take the seat she had offered.

"Hello," she said. "My name is Reva. What's yours?"

The woman next to her nodded thankfully. "My name is Asheth," she told her.

Reva raised an eyebrow. "Asheth. That's a pretty name." The woman did not respond. "What brings you here, Asheth?" She asked, drawing the last word out. The woman looked down at her drink and stirred the ice cubes nervously.

"I'm looking for my little sister," Asheth replied.

"Oh? I may know a thing or two," Reva said. "What is her name?" she asked, putting on a well-meaning facade.

"Kiara," Asheth told her.

"I see," Reva said, pretending to ponder it over. "Well, the city is quite big. It's not safe for a child to be left unattended. How old is she?"

"Ten," Asheth said.

"Hmm." Reva idly swirled her drink before taking a long sip. "Haven't heard of her, sorry." Asheth looked disappointed. "Don't worry, I'm sure she'll turn up eventually. Our security team prides itself on their thoroughness," she smiled. Asheth stared at her.

"So I've heard," Asheth said slowly. "Are you referring to the Inquisitors?"

Reva nodded.

"I've heard that they work directly for the Empire," Asheth said. Reva offered no response. "Do you know anything about them?"

"Oh, me?" Reva smirked. "Of course I do. I'm one of them," she told her, pointing at her armor. Asheth gazed at her, looking awed. "I would not be wearing this if I wasn't part of the Inquisitorius Program."

"Wow," Asheth said, then her attention was directed elsewhere. Reva frowned. She disliked it when distractions interfered with her conversations.

"So, are you new to here?" Reva asked casually.

"Yes," Asheth admitted. "Kiara and I arrived here a few days ago, and I just...don't know where to look for her. So I've been walking around."

She's pretty, Reva observed. Her mind seems to be elsewhere, though. Not much of a conversationalist. "Well, you can always report her to the Empire," Reva informed her.

"Would they search for her?" Asheth asked carefully.

Reva nodded. "Of course. It would be our pleasure," she smiled, but Asheth did not seem comforted. "Do not worry. We take good care of the children, I assure you."

Asheth blinked. "What do you do with them?"

Reva raised an eyebrow and leaned in closer. "What do you mean, what do we do with them?" she asked, amused. Asheth blushed and leaned back.

"I mean, I heard that the Empire takes in...high risk children," Asheth stammered nervously. "I just wonder, do you raise them? Send them away?"

"Hm. Why don't you tell me what you think it is we do with them?" Reva asked lazily. Asheth frowned.

"I don't know, is there some sort of...special academy you send them to? Like where you train their powers?"

The chattering around them stopped immediately. Asheth looked around nervously. Everyone around them had decided to hold their breath.

These are the sort of questions you should never, ever ask an Inquisitor. Not if you want to keep your head on your shoulders.

But fortunately for her, Reva was in a good mood today.

She leaned back in her seat and laughed boisterously, taking another swig of her drink. "Yes, I suppose you could say that," she replied, a slow smile spreading across her face. "We take them away to be trained."

Asheth frowned. "But I thought the Empire's goal was to eliminate the Jedi," she said. "To...prevent another insurrection from happening," she shuddered. The people watching them immediately turned away.

Reva paid them no mind. "Indeed, the Empire only wants to preserve the peace and safety of its people. We would not be training children to be Jedi if we wanted to put a stop to their teachings, I assure you."

"Then what do you train them to do?"

Reva leaned in close to her face again, smirking. "Where do you think people like me came from?" Asheth inhaled sharply. "That's where I learned everything that I know," she whispered. She noticed Asheth's chest rising and falling rapidly.

She really is quite pretty, she thought to herself again. It's a shame she asks too many questions.

"And...do you do the same?" Asheth breathed.

"Do I do what?"

"Train them," she said simply. "Do you?"

Reva sat back again and crossed her legs. The bartender immediately refilled her drink without asking. "No, I'm much too busy," she drawled. "I have too much on my hands to be training runts." Asheth nodded quietly. "I've been occupied these past few days trying to catch a traitor."

Asheth's eyes widened. Reva smirked, enjoying the look on her face. "You may have seen him...his face is currently plastered everywhere across the city," she drawled. Asheth looked around them and flinched, seeing Kenobi's face being projected on the bar holoscreen. "Annoying little rat. Put up quite the fight. But I got him, of course. I always catch them in the end."

"Traitors?"

"Jedi," Reva replied simply.

Asheth stared at the holoscreen, seemingly lost in her own thoughts. Reva ordered another shot. The bartender immediately complied. "Why aren't you drinking anything?"

Asheth sat quietly. "It's just not my thing, I guess," she replied.

"Oh, that's a surprise," Reva drawled. "Pretty face like yours...I'm sure there are plenty of people dying to buy you a drink," she smirked. Asheth just looked down. "Why come here, then?"

Asheth looked back at her. "I don't know, I thought...maybe I would find some clues," she replied.

"Ah. To finding your sister?"

Asheth flinched, then nodded again. "Yes," she replied.

"Of course. What was her name again? Leia? Lana?"

"Kiara," Asheth glared.

"I see," Reva replied coolly, pinching her nose as she downed the shot and then chasing it with another glass. "Sure you don't want a sip? This place has the best black ale this side of Outer Rim."

Asheth stared at her for a few seconds before shaking her head. "No thank you," she replied coldly. "I think I will be heading back now. It is late."

"Oh, where are you headed? I might be going in the same direction. Perhaps I could escort you?"

"That won't be necessary," Asheth said firmly.

"Pity," Reva sighed. "Nice belt, by the way," she said, and Asheth flinched slightly.

"Thank you," Asheth said. "My partner said the same thing to me when I first bought it." Reva laughed loudly.

"Oh, where did you get it from? I should like one for myself," Reva smiled.

"I thought Inquisitors had to stick to the uniform?" Asheth frowned.

Reva grinned. "I was thinking it would look nice to wear on my days off," she replied. Asheth flushed angrily. Reva almost laughed at how red her face looked. It only made her want to tease her more.

Asheth started to stand up as if she meant to leave. "I should get going," she said.

"Oh, let me," Reva said, reaching for her arm. Asheth immediately withdrew it. "I only mean to help," she said, pretending to be hurt.

"Thanks, but I don't need any help," Asheth replied, turning her back on her and stomping away.

Reva looked down at her ankles, noticing a bandage wrapped around them. She also looked down at her side, but did not notice anything out of the ordinary. Deciding to perform one last test, she flicked her fingers, intentionally tripping a waiter who was carrying a tray of glasses.

Asheth immediately spun around, gasping when she heard the sound of shattering glass and felt something wet splash her feet. Behind her, the devastated waiter started to groan and look for a mop to clean up the pieces of broken glass behind her. Reva stood up and watched as Asheth tried to wipe herself off.

"By the way, before you leave...if you run into any female Jedi, let me know, would you?"

Asheth stopped moving.

"Female...Jedi?" she asked slowly.

"Yes," Reva smirked. "Rumor has it, there is a rogue female Jedi on the loose. With a holomask," she drawled. Asheth's expression remained the same. "As an Inquisitor, it is my job to keep the city safe after all. Be sure to report it to me if you notice anyone acting suspicious."

Asheth gritted her teeth.

"I will," she replied, then started to walk away again. Within minutes, she was gone.

Satisfied, Reva finished the rest of her drink and slammed it down. The bartender immediately grabbed it and started washing the cup, no questions asked.

"Well, that was fun," she muttered to herself. "But I should really get going."

After all, Obi-Wan is still anticipating me...and it's not polite to make him wait, is it?

Meanwhile, somewhere in a cell far away, a ragged-looking blond man sat up, breathing heavily.

Looking around himself, he collected his bearings once again. He was still stuck at the spice lab. Trying to sit up, he forced himself to straighten his back and lean against the wall. Next to him, the small girl wearing a green jacket began to stir.

"Did you think of a way to get us out of here, Mr. Ben?" she asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

He shook his head. "No, Leia. I'm sorry." He stared at her blearily. "I only...I just..." He sighed. "For a moment, I thought I sensed something."

"Sensed what?" Leia asked.

"Something familiar," he murmured quietly. "Something like.. a friend."