**Naraal**

He eye'd Lucina down with a hint of admiration. She was far more impressive than he had given her credit for. Tricking dozens of people and an entire Republic was no easy feat but here she was, doing it without trouble. He glanced over towards Layle. 

“She seems to be very important?” he whispered. 

Layle chuckled quietly before nodding and smiling. “Dazzling too, is she not?  She has notoriety among the Council,  a-at least that's what I've been told by my Father. She's supposedly a good leader, although a bit dense in the head.”

“Dense?” Naraal smiled. “There tends to be a lot of those on this planet, me included.” he jested. 

Layle cleared his throat before lightly tapping the table near the Datapad. “I do enjoy your company but we can talk later. I'm not paying you for unknown reasons, you have your duties.” 

“Ah right, my bad.” He fiddled with the device until he could write down small details of the meeting. He was just a newcomer to Crusade's army but it seemed like the Republic was just as unaware of his forces. He looked over at the hulking man disguised as some guard. The Source was a mystery shrouded in mystery. Just what was he thinking? what was his plans?

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**Gideon**

Gideon had traveled to a poverty stricken area and the whole way there all he heard was news that a Jedi was slaughtering the innocent. He tried to calm some of the folks down but they seemed adamant about what they saw. They even begin to look at his robes with fear, though none of them dared attack him. 

He had set up a small meeting with a smuggler that he had befriended on a mission in months past. Though sleazy, the male was a honest man with a family to support. He knew that having a Jedi on his side was a good deal.

Gideon walked in and the bar quieted, his robes giving him a way. Foolish he knew, but he needed information and The Force seemed to be urging him on. He spotted the man at a table near the back, unobstructed by other with a direct line for the entrance and exit. He was a shrewd man at best. The bald, sturdy, male staid seated as Gideon pulled his seat out and sat down. 

“Ahh, Gideon, sit, sit.” 

“Its nice to see you again, Marol,” he looked around the bar, some feeling pulling at his senses. “I need information.”