I read the transmission which came bleeping in with a studied quiet that belied its import; blinked, and read it again.There it was, plain as the trunk on a Kubaz's ugly face, the letters of it glowing a steady creamy yellow against the ebon of the monitor I was scowling into:
Galen.
Jhin'Dar.
Danner.
Suddenly... alive.
And that named followed soon thereafter by JhinDarra Jhin'Dar, age 16, deceased.
Deceased... and...
Sixteen?
I didn't realize it would hit me as hard as it did until the actual blades of fire and ice those words provoked stabbed deeply into my heart, prompting images of a pair I remembered as if yesterday lining up in my sites, then zooming into closer proximity as I looked down into wide blue eyes and pulled that trigger yet again.
How--?
Then the rest of the information came across, and the fire and ice erupted into something approximating outrage.
Damn that vixen has more lives than a sandcat! I spat to myself, tears suddenly coming into my eyes, not really knowing if they were tears of anger that I had been misled by what simply had to be a set of clones, tears of utter joy that she wasn't dead by my hand after all...
...or tears that the child indeed truly was. At least according to this transmission.
I sniffed behind my helmet, re-ran the transmission in its entirety and scrutinized it carefully. I then saved it to my personal files, and turned to another, much shorter and far more hurried one.
That one was dealt with more easily, granted, although I was beginning to wish Admiral Actar would come out of whatever hidey-hole he had placed himself in to lend a hand. Yes, rank doth have it's privileges, but suddenly the Galaxy was beginning to heat up just a touch.
And I knew I wasn't going to be here for a bit to respond to those flames.
I sent another transmission to Actar, informing him of the surprise attack on Tatooine, and of the fact that I had just ordered the employment of two more fleets of destroyers, accompanied by two SSDs, to investigate and help the beleaguered forces already battling this unknown there. Informed him as well of the shady dealings involving our stolen spice shipment, and that ex-Jedi Paul Arakeen was now acting in our stead regarding it.
Mentioned that I had business to attend to elsewhere, and that I would proceed with all alacrity regarding it, that I could return to Coruscant in all due haste.
Flicked off the transmission entirely, rose, and without so much as another thought departed for the private hangar housing Ransacker.
En route I ran into none other than the little spy I had sent out on a truncated mission. She seemed extremely... persistent in her efforts to speak to me, remaining remarkably close-mouthed as to the subject, and only finally letting one word drip from her lips when it became apparent that I was going to dismiss her entirely in my haste to get to my ship.
Sith.
That froze me momentarily, and I pinned my visor on her. She remained staunchly before me, clamming up once again.
I literally sighed in small defeat, and growled the name of a planet.
"Meet me there," I snorted, then turned and continued on my way.
Soon I had gained both my ship and an emergency departure vector. Then, flanked by twin Imperial fighters, I fled from Coruscant and into the depths of space. Once there, I hit the switch, and stars stopped in their tracks to then smear out into the heart-rending streaks of hyperdriven space.
I had a couple of worlds I needed to visit... personally.
Ransacker howled, but not nearly as loudly as my thoughts.
((OOC: Follow me to If Wishes Were Horses in the "CSWU" forums. For background info pertaining to my arrival on Sullust, please read Knight Takes Queen, Check; also, get background info on Minna in Catch a Falling Star, all in the same forums, thank you.))
[ 01-04-2003 03:01 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Graysith ]
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