It was now nothing more than a commit, roaming the stars...

Five men waited at attention... Tyberius entered,"You shall fight... to the death, good luck..."

Saying that, Tyberius exited the room...

A lightsaber dropped from the ceiling, between the men... they dove for it, all but one...

The Man waited for the others to kill each other, bidding his time, waiting for his chance...

Then... the saber was ignited, blood everywhere, as the first was slaughtered... one after one, all 3 went down...

After the last man went down, the one holding the lightsaber dropped it to his feet and headed for the door...But wait!!! THERE WERE FIVE OF US!!!!... were his last thoughts...

"Excellent" Tyberius said, as he entered the room once again..."You shall be the one, my son..."

"Ah, there you are..." Tyberius waited for the man to enter the ship... and then he continued,"Good luck, and make sure not to be seen... no mistakes this time..."

This would be the best chance, Tyberius has sent his best man, and his best ship... He was finished fooling around, and this mission would be successful...

You had better come through, friend...

He thought to himself... having given instructions to a young contact, who resides on Coruscant... a couple of hours earlier...

The trances drain him so quickly, he had been resting ever since the conversation...

Each trance was unstable... he never knew how long it would take, before he found the information he searched for... the last trance, for example, had taken him a better part of a day... he had gone through many possibilities of when she would leave the sith city of Phrinnchatka.... but once finding it, all he had left was to find a social place for his contact to pick up on her...

"I am so close... I can taste it..."