Fic Updates 61: LuXurIous edition

[Mamorien]

A Young Girl's War Between the Stars (the saga of Tanya the Gray Jedi).

My quiet evening in was interrupted by the ringing of my personal holocom. Pulling it over from my desk, I checked the ID of the caller and raised an eyebrow. I checked to make sure I was presentable before answering. "Qui-Gon," I nodded to the man on the other end of the line, smiling. "It's good to see you."

"You as well, Tanya," he nodded, but I noticed the man's usual jovial and easygoing attitude was entirely gone.

I sat up a bit straighter before asking, "This isn't just a social call, is it?"

"I'm afraid not. I need your help."

"Of course. You'll have it," I agreed with a nod. "Where, and with what?"

"It began with a distress call from Knight Mana Veridi, who was on a mission to investigate a disturbance on Kwannot, at the request of the Senate. We have since discovered a plot to assassinate Jedi Masters and lone Knights, and kidnap and enslave Padawans."

"…And you weren't warned of this ahead of time?" I asked, and he shook his head.

"There have been some rumors going around about someone targeting Jedi, but most of those reports have been attributed to the Sith," he explained, and I resisted the urge to wince.

Was this lost in the shuffle and blamed on the Sith, due to my own actions? I didn't like the idea, but it was unfortunately not just plausible, but likely.

Master Qui-Gon continued, "According to Knight Veridi, she had no reason to believe that the incidents may be related to her mission. An assassin tried to kill her when we met, and it was only luck that we managed to prevent Knight Veridi from dying in the initial strike. She was injured, but joined Obi-Wan and I in pursuing the assassin. We've followed her into Hutt space, to Nar Shaddaa, but our investigation has stalled."

"Why not call one of the other Jedi from the Temple?" I asked, curious but not opposed to taking on the mission.

Master Qui-Gon smiled. "You were here, not too long ago. Given the danger, I was wondering if you would lend a hand?"

I eyed him skeptically. "There's more you're not telling me."

"I believe it would do Obi-Wan some good, to work beside her friend again." He paused, before quietly adding, "And reassure her that you are still a friend. She has been ill at ease for some time now."

"Ah. I see," I murmured, nodding. Considering it for a moment, I said, "I'm not far from there. A few days, perhaps. I'll change course and come find you."

"Thank you. I'll send you the details."

We said our goodbyes and I hung up, before dialing up the bridge. "This is Mereel. Change of plans. Make for Nar Shaddaa. Make sure we're not seen entering the system by their security forces."

Once my order was acknowledged, I put away the holocom and finished off my drink, before settling in to sleep.

What sort of mess have you gotten yourselves into this time?

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Threads of Destiny (the other OEX meat).

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