Iridian sat in one of the Silverstorm's darker corners, watching the crowd. Students mostly, unwinding after classes. The pirates at the next table looked a bit out of place, but not enough so, that the other costomers would pay attention to them. He took a sip of his whiskey. It was passable. Iridian was dressed in academic informal. On the table in front of him was a copy of the current issue of the Imperial Journal of Philosophy. In between watching people come and go he read. The door opened and a dark haired girl dressed in green pants and blouse, decorated with flower patches entered. She wore a big floppy hat and had a book bag slung over left shoulder. Iridian tracked her with his eyes as she went up to the bar, bought a beer and walked over and sat down in the other chair at his table. "Hello, Professor Owens, I have I question about today's lecture," she began. "Aren't you overdoing it it a bit, Tal." he answered. "I suppose," Talasa leaned back in her chair. "What did you want to see me about, Owen." Iridian studied her for a moment. Was this one of the days when he should trust her? "In the last couple of months six Jedi have disappeared. Five of them from an obscure Alliance planet called Gaisheeda." He stopped to watch her reaction. Talasa didn't blink, not that he expected her to. "Six Jedi gone missing. Well, that's certainly interesting. Who?" "Octavia Synn-Jinn, Medenna, Darien Lell, Alida D'med, Kaliandra Daroa and Tory McNeil." She sat there for a moment, sipping her beer and thinking. "Not a very prominent group. Except for the two who count themselves among the so-called lost Jedi. But what does this have to do with me?" "We have witnesses to some of their kidnappings." He studied her reaction again. "One of the kidnappers was a woman who posed as a street muscian." He paused. "That witness said she looked like a photo of you." Talasa smiled. "Yes, we have Darien. I wasn't aware of any of the other cases." "Where is he?" "Darien is a guest at Steele Manor." "Why did did you take him?" Talasa laughed at that. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Well you might but the Jedi won't. In any case I think I'll let Darien explain it when he gets back to Yaven. It be far more amusing that way. Wish I could be at that meeting of the Jedi council." "When he gets back to Yaven. Then you intend to let him go?" "Of course. If he stays too long some of our Darkness might start to rub off on him, and that wouldn't suit our needs at all." "When..." he started to ask. "I think," she interupted him,as she stood up, "we'd better move over here." Iridian stood and followed Talasa's lead. "Why." "The Force says to..." There was crash and a blaze of laser fire as a swoop crashed through the wall of the Silverstorm. "move," she finished. "I wonder what that all about." "I think we sould take our leave, Tal." "Guess so." They quietly slipped out the back door.
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