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Kissimi Cresis

Kissimi stood before Master Skywalker, partially at attention. They were in the meeting room, a small room with a holo-table at the center. Skywalker was across from her, and he was pacing. He had spent the last five minutes lecturing her about her failure to contact the Council, or any other Republic contact, for that matter, and about how they could probably have saved Mace Windu. But she’d zoned out. He’d finished, and she simply was waiting for him to ask a question she had answers to. Finally, he did.

“What happened, Padawan?”

Kissimi avoided eye contact, studying the edge of the table. Her hands closed around each other, clasped behind her back. She’d spent months searching for the answer to why her master and friend had died, and it all led back to the Holocron. But there was no way she could tell Skywalker about how she had teamed up with a phantom-like Sith lord to get information about said Holocron. That would be problematic.

“When?” She responded carefully, hoping she could avoid the topic of the second half of her time on Lothal.

“After the crash. How did you survive?”

“I don’t know how I survived, sir. I hardly remember the event itself, I just remember returning to the site of the crash and finding Master Windu’s body,” She closed her eyes, fighting the images flashing through her mind, “droids hadn’t found it yet, so I was able to gather my things, but I had no time to show the proper respects. I took his lightsaber, at least,” She hesitated, and Skywalker took the chance to ask another question.

“How did you keep away from the droids?”

“I lied, sir; gave myself a false identity, and kept with it. I traded with the locals and found something you might find of interest on the black market.”

“What did you find?”

“A Sith’s lightsaber. Dual blade. I’ve reason to believe there’s a Stih on Lothal- and possible contact with a probable target, a Sith named Naamari.”

“And why do you have contact with a Sith?”

“She reached out to me on my ship. How? I don’t know. She wants me to bring her information about the Holocron. Tomorrow, sir,” She said the word “sir” with slight venom, hating that she had to have the discussion she wanted to avoid.

Skywalker raised his eyebrows, pausing in his pacing to study Kissimi as she continued to inspect the edge of the table. She remained motionless, but the venom in her last word made him think twice about her. If she really had contact with the Sith, then there was no way to know for sure how long she’d actually been in contact with them. It was a risk he’d have to take. He sighed, shaking his head as if to pity the apprentice standing before him.

"I see. Do you have recordings of your conversation with this Sith?"

"Yes, sir."

"Show me them."

"I would have to collect them from my ship, sir."

"Then do it, Padawan. Now. Dismissed."

"Yes, sir," Kissimi ducked her head and then took a step back before turning on her heel.

The conversation hadn't gone how she'd hoped, but it would have to do. She had information about the Holocron she knew the Council wouldn't yet have. She had a lead about the Sith. She would either ruin or save her reputation with the recordings. But no matter what happened, she would return to Lothal. The Temple was no longer her home. She wanted them gone from Lothal- the Republic and the Separatists. Lothal should be a free planet under its own rule. Galactic superpowers are the enemy of the people, and I won't stand for it. I can help them find the Holocron and remove it, then I'm done. It doesn't matter that Chase and Bane know about my contact since the entire Council is about to know anyway.

Pira Jackson

Pira had settled herself in a small library she'd found, her nose in a book about the history of the Republic. She'd read about it hundreds of times but still found it interesting enough to reread about. Each time she read about it, she found something new out. History was interesting to her, and this interest kept her at the top of her classes. The only reason she'd been sent on the ship with Chase was because of her knowledge of history and technology. She'd studied the history books and the schematics for the average Republic shuttle. She knew how to rig up a strong long-distance transmission, how to repair a hyperdrive, how to reengage shields, etc., all because she actually liked reading. But at least for her, reading had never gotten in the way of practicing and sneaking around; it sure hadn't gotten in the way of making sure Chase behaved even though he was the older sibling.

Chase Jackson

Chase continued to trail after Bane, but his mind wasn't in the present. He was thinking about why he'd done it, why he'd gone through Kissimi's files. He was also still thinking hard about Pira. I haven't seen her since we got here. She doesn't often disappear with no warning unless she's mad at me. She always stays with me, so this is strange. What if she leaves with Kissimi? She'd be in danger. Shoot. She's still here though. I need to tell her about the recording or she'll keep trusting Kissimi. This is not a good idea- but I have to, right? She's my sister...
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