The Eye of the Storm
The last few weeks had been a blur of stress for the Cathar. After dealing with Imps on her home planet, she had taken up a frantic hobby of scanning old imp communication frequencies. So far, she'd found an old imp station with an unfrozen inquisitor and a traitor calling herself a user of the light in spite of being on the side of the Empire. A different Empire, but still the Empire. It was whatever. Her loss, and not Jonyna's problem at the moment. She could deal with them in the future. For now, she kept scanning.
After returning to Coruscant, she'd made a habit of scanning every few hours on the ship. AS she admitted to her padawan, she didn't really understand how half of the systems worked, but for now, Dice could do most of that. Old frequencies, old holochannels. It kept her busy. Sometimes too busy. It weighed on her mind a bit, often popping in while she was working within the temple. Today was one of those days.
The Cathar had gotten something. A derelict ship floating in space between Gallinore and Hapes, submitting a faint signal on a frequency basically no one used anymore. Not much more than space junk to your average pilot, but to Jonyna it was paydirt. She wandered the halls of the temple back to the hanger, only to run into a large wookie...
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