The Eye of the Storm
Sitting in a spacer's bar on Ryloth was a sort of nostalgic thing for Jonyna. While she much prefered the clubs of the city-planets, cantinas like this made her feel like an old bounty hunter again.
Someone who had once been a padawan of the order had contacted her. It was good to hear that there were still people out there who cared about her name. Not that the rest of the galaxy seemed to care. She took a sip at that thought. First time since Alderaan that her name had meant something, Instead of being a rogue, she was a somebody.
Now she just needed to wait for Phoebe to show up.