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    Kinjita Savanos
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    She sat at her desk with her face cupped in both hands, a heavily exasperated sigh echoing on the stone walls.  The room was list dimply with only the lights behind the desk active, the hour late as it was, a half-finished cup of tea sitting completely devoid of any of it’s previous heat next to an empty pot near the holomonitor that remained active on a republic guardsman report on Corellia.  The only other light being generated in the area was the dull tone of open datapads featuring reports from Makeb, Rishii and Tatooine, all of which seemed to end with the line ‘More Information Required Before Making a Determination.’

    Sitting back in her chair, long white wavy strands of hair would come into view of the light.  A hand hovered over a desk button which brought the full lights back up in the office.  Her face was tired as evidenced by the redness in her eyes.  Seven hours she poured over every report that had come her way hoping to find some clue, some answer to the strange disappearances and later reappearances of the Ambassador to Makeb, as well as her own daughter.  The fact her own kin were involved in this seemed to make one wonder if she made this matter personal, but her cool demeanor and patient action seemed to state otherwise.

    The door opened to reveal the green skin and tempered Lekku of the padawan learner Zazussa with a broken datapad in hand, not expecting anyone to be in the office at this late hour.  She looked at the desk with a startled expression and exclaimed, “Master, I was expecting you to be resting with your daughter!”

    Kinjita put a finger to her lips as pointed to the couch where the young red-headed Aria lay fast asleep with a blanket curled around her.  She smiled and let out one more sigh before nodding and replying coolly, quietly, “I would normally be, but these past few days have left more questions for us than answers.  I’d rather discover what the meaning of these abductions is while so few members have been taken rather than wait for everyone to be plucked away and displaced one by one.”

    The Twi’lek looked on with concern.  Her Master was working herself extremely hard and it showed in the disheveled nature of the woman’s hair, normally well kept and brushed out.  She walked around the couch quietly and stood left of the desk, crouching to meet her mentor, her friend’s seated stature.  Looking over briefly, she noted the open datapads before turning back and commenting, “You’ve been at this for thirty seven hours.  You’re not doing yourself any favors by pushing yourself this hard.”

    The Silver Jedi looked over to her learner with a bemused half-smirk, “Dedication demands some sacrifice you know.”

    “Dedication requires rest too.  You taught me that,” she retorts with an equally bemused grin.

    Kinjita flashed a smile and chuckled softly in response.  She shook her head and quipped, “Look at me.  I’m teaching my Padawans too well.  They’re already reminding me of my own lessons.”

    Zazussa giggled softly and set the broken datapad on the desk, “Not well enough I guess to prevent me from breaking more of these things.  I hope you have stock in whoever makes these things.”

    “We make them,” she mused. “They’re inexpensive.  You need that one replaced already?”

    The Twi’lek shook her head. “No, not yet.  I wanted you to see this.  We just got it in from the CIC and I put it on here.  All the datapads there are being used.”

    She picked up the datapad and turned it on, expecting it to suddenly spark from the repeated combat abuse.   Shocked the datapad didn’t blow up in her hands, she started to cycle through the information provided.  As she scanned the data her eyes went wider with each passing sentence, looking up at Zazussa only when she had read over the final line twice.

    “You’re certain that this is the signal you received,” she inquired with a certain trepidation in her tone.

    Zazussa could only nod in response.

    Kinjita pondered for only a brief moment before reaching back for her armored cloak. “Wake my daughter, and prepare the Silverhawk. We’re headed to the Eternity.”

    “What is it Master?  What is this signal?” the Twi’lek queried as she reached over to rouse the sleeping red-headed child with a look of confusion.

    Kinjita either didn’t choose to respond or didn’t hear the question over the flurry of activity she was creating.  Leaving all of the other datapads behind, she took the one damaged pad her Padawan had given her and started towards the door. “En-route, contact House Seran and Kanteu.  Best alert the Grandmaster as well.”

    “Wait, Master Kinjita!” she exclaimed as she hurried to put Aria in sorts to follow Kinjita out the door.  “What is it we found?”

    She paused to consider her words, feeling as if a weighted block had suddenly dropped onto her as she tossed the possibilities around in her head of what this signal could mean.  She had only seen it once before, and it was only during one of the most prolific galactic events in recorded history.  As she turned to leave, she spoke plainly but firmly a single word to express what she felt.

    “Trouble.”

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    #438
    Kinjita Savanos
    Moderator

    ((These events take place after the incident with the Abducator, the Iokathi Vessel abduction people at a remote location near Wild Space))

    The commute to Nar Torga seemed busier than normal.  Ships from all over had started pouring into the neutral Cloud City with the escalation of trade disputes between The Republic and Sith Empire, who seemed poised to re-ignite their long standing conflict.  Even as the Silverhawk landed on the external pad of the Savanos Industries Merchant Hub one could feel the poised tension in the air, ships escorted by fighters from one side or the other desperate to protect their interests as tempers flared.

    Yet the air inside of the Merchant Hub was calm by comparison.  Items were still being moved on schedule and technology was still being researched in the upper labs, an excited fervor aura on each of the people around as the news of the return of Kinjita’s father, Dr. Arimand Savanos, ignited joyful emotions, especially from the older traders and merchant captains who knew him in his heyday.

    As Kinjita walked into the lower lounge she was greeted by the exuberant laughter and gigglefits of her daughter Aria being lovingly tormented by her father, a game of chase ensuing around the tables and chairs, mixed with the erratic flight pattern of a small XS cruiser toy that was still in operation, it’s controls set to spin the ship in a lopsided circle near the forward bar.

    All Kinjita could do was smile at the sight.  Her father had been back less than a week and already he accepted her adopted daughter like she had been part of the family all along.  She let the door close behind her and her footfalls echo on the stairs as she stepped up, her father’s eyes greeting her with the same kindness she knew when she was younger than her own daughter.

    Arimand waved a two-fingered wave briefly as he continued his ‘catch-and-release’ of the young redhead, who seemed to still give him the upper hand by occasionally, subtly, sliding a chair away from the table via the Force to temporarily block his path, the mock surprise on his face each time egging her to continue the game.  “You’re early,” he exclaimed as he proceeded to chase Aria. “We weren’t expecting you for another couple hours.  Lunch isn’t even ready.”

    Kinjita just smiled and set down a datapad she had been carrying on the table nearest where she came in.  She replied in a kind tone, “I managed to complete my reports a few hours early and finally had enough leeway to get some downtime for myself, so I departed Coruscant early.  I hope it’s not a problem.”

    “Why would it be?” he queried. “It’s your company.”

    Our company father,” she corrected. “You being in stasis for thirty years doesn’t change the fact you founded it and built it from the ground up.  I just happened to take it a step further.”

    He waived it off for a moment as he caught up with Aria once more, picking her up and lightly, but gingerly, digging his fingers into the girl’s sides which resulted in the predictable girlish laughter fits.  It was a welcome sound to Kinjita, and it made her smile every time she heard it.

    “Has she been sleeping well?” she inquired, pulling a chair out and taking a seat.

    “Somewhat,” he replied non-nonchalantly. “She still complains of nightmares every now and again, but her sleeping is a bit more regular since i started my treatment.”

    Kinjita blinked at the word he used and looked over at both her father and daughter. “Treatment?”

    Arimand pointed to the shelf behind the bar, a container marked ‘Milk’ in the chilling shelf. “Old remedy.  Warm milk, a bit of honey and a dash of nutmeg.  Works every time on adorable little girls if I remember how it affected my own daughter correctly.”

    For the first time in a while a light blush appeared on Kinjita’s cheeks.  She wasn’t used to being the subject of old stories like this and she mused to herself on how many more stories she’d have to endure when her father started talking to more of her friends.

    After a moment she simply smiled, her color returning to normal as she stated, “Well, I suppose the old remedies work the best.  I’ll have to remember that.”

    Her father released Aria once more and stood her next to him by the table.  He crouched down and picked up the toy freighter controls, handing them to Aria. “Little princess, why don’t you step outside and fly that for a while on the Balcony.  I’ll join you in a bit.”

    The young redhead nodded and questioned excitedly, “Can you teach me the loop trick when you come out with me?”

    Arimand smiled and nodded, patting the young girl’s back lightly. “You bet on it princess,” he stated with a chuckle, “Now go play.”

    Aria departed the room excitedly, the freighter toy flying along with her close-by.  As the door closed behind her he sat down with an exhausted sigh, picking up a water glass he had left there half finished from earlier. “I don’t think you ever had that much energy.”

    Kinjita smiled and simply shrugged, “You were younger too, so you likely just had the energy to keep up.”

    Arimand nodded, though his expression turned a bit more stoic. “It’s not only that though,” he commented. “Those nightmares…”

    She arched  a brow at his words. “Is she coming to you at night and waking you?  I thought your remedy would have helped with that.”

    He shook his head in reply and stated, “It’s not her I’m talking about.” He turned to Kinjita with a serious expression. “The nightmares…I’m having them too.”

    She blinked several times attempting to process what he had just stated.  He was having nightmares?  Why was he telling her this at all?  What do his nightmares have to do with her energy? “I’m not sure I understand.  Are these nightmares about mother and the crash?”

    Arimand shook his head quickly. “No, no they aren’t.  They’re…” he paused, trying to piece together in his mind the events in his dreams. “They’re a lot of disjointed images most of the time.  Planets, cities, people.  It’s the noises that are disturbing.  The horrid, ear-piercing noises.  They’re always there when I see this…This city.  It looks so real…”

    Kinjita grew concerned and placed a hand on her fathers rested hand that resided on the table in comfort. “And these are keeping you up at night?”

    Arimand nodded. “Me…And Aria.”

    A wave of internal panic went off, as if someone had just activated an alarm in her mind.  “You’re…You and Aria are having the same nightmare?”

    Arimand just stared at Kinjita for a few moments before turning to view Aria outside through the window briefly, then turning back and replying only with a quick nod of the head.

    She leaned back in her chair astonished.  Was this something from her Force Abilities that was translating her dreams to others somehow?  It couldn’t be or others around them would have complained.  This had to be something they shared in common, but it wasn’t blood related.  They had been spending a lot of time together.  Maybe it was a holo-vid they had both watched, or some dour conversation they had both been in the room for as some freighter captain described grand stories to his comrades.

    Then it hit her like a rampaging Bantha.  The Iokathi abductions.  They were the only other thing they shared.  She looked to her father. “Has anyone else reported anything similar to you at all?  This is important.”

    Arimand thought for a brief moment. “Not directly…Though Miss Kressh…” He paused briefly to consider her rescue and care.  “In the medbay on the Eternity…”

    She stood up quickly, then pulled up her datapad, correlating the names she had so far of people that were abducted. “I need to find her.  Her, the Ambassador from Makeb, and the other abducted along-side Kohlar Kressh.  Did you get his name?”

    He shook his head. “I didn’t run his medical scans so I don’t know who he was.”

    She picked up the datapad and started for the lower stairs.  Arimand called over, “Not staying for lunch I take it?”

    She looked back and shook her head, replying with a concerned tone, “I need to see these people as soon as possible.  If they start to describe the same nightmares, then we have a much larger problem than simple abductions.  We could be in a lot of trouble.”

    Arimand paused to consider her words as she stated them.  He couldn’t help but look out at Aria through the window, who happily was distracted while playing with her freighter toy.  He heard his daughter comment, “Don’t mention anything about this to her.  She’s had enough trauma and I prefer she remain out of this for now.”

    “You and my both kiddo,” he replied. “You and me both.”  He looked back to Kinjita and nodded. “Go.  I’ll handle my granddaughter and keep her busy.  From the sounds of things you’re going to have a lot of work to do.”

    “Sorry for that,” she replied with a soft smile. “Seems life never allows us to take a moment to breathe, does it?”

    He shook his head, then reached over to take a container to slide it over to the other end of the table where Kinjita stood.  She looked at it for a moment as it came to a rest as he stated, “Well, the least it can do is give you a few minutes to eat on the run.”

    She grinned a bit and took the box with a kind nod of thanks. “I’ll call you later and check in, let you know how things are going.”

    “I’ll keep the business afloat.  Always do.  Give my regards to Panothia, will you?” he requested with a kind smile.

    She nodded and started back down the stairs.  She had work to do, and time may be a factor.

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    #452
    Kinjita Savanos
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    ((Several Weeks have passed and the attack on multiple worlds from the Iokathi Colossus Droids have left scars on every world))

    Kinjita stared out over the balcony of the Council Room at the Academy with focused intent, a billow of smoke in the distance.  She knew what it was from and attempted to patiently wait for word of the events that had taken place but still managed to find herself pensive, like a taught string teetering on the edge of breaking.  With each passing moment she could feel lives being taken back to the Force en mass. The learners that passed could see it visibly on her face, her head turning, eyes closed, each time that wave of energy hit her like waves crashing on rocks.

    A familiar presence strode up behind her, careful to make her footfalls known, her black robes trailing behind softly like a breeze on the wind.  Kinjita could get an image of her in her mind, even without turning to make eye contact, and it brought a faint smile to her face in the midst of the sadness she felt around the universe.  “You’ve news of Anchorhead I take it Simra?”

    The Twi’lek paused, her Lekku twitching a bit as the white-haired woman spoke without even looking her way.  She could feel her energy radiating warmly, yet waveringly, obviously affected by the events happening around the Galaxy.  She gave a sigh of relief briefly as the news she brought would be welcomed. “Local forces along with our Jedi managed to quell the Colossus in Anchorhead.  No other locations on Tatooine were attacked.  We’ve also received word that the Colossus on Dromund Kaas and Coruscant were quickly dispatched by their defense forces.  We’re receiving similar reports from many other planets as well.  Zakuul, Alderaan, Quesh, Odessen and Or Mantel all report that they were able to destroy their Colossus Droids with little damage.  Tython, however, was another story.”

    Kinjita turned, letting her white waves of hair fall gently to her shoulders before looking at the datapad the red-skinned woman held in her hands.  She took a moment to breathe in deeply before reading over the details, standing near shoulder to shoulder with Simra, which brought her mental state to a sense of calm she had grown accustomed to for the past few weeks.  Her firey-gold eyes looked over the details and nodded. “I expected this.  Tython was left with too few of the original Order to mount a stable defense.  How many of the younglings and fledglings survived?”

    “All of them,” the Twi’lek replied coolly.  “They were away from the Tython Academy on a training outing when the attack came.  Only a few of the Masters and Knights were left to respond, most of which perished defending the temple.  They’ve requested help of any kind.”

    Kinjita nodded in response. “We’ve around fifty spaces here that we can take on fledglings.  Let’s offer what space we can and direct the rest to the Academy built on Alderaan.  Have Master Ol’keb integrate them into classes, then notify Master Voclorth of the new additions.  He is our Academy Headmaster so he should be informed of all of this.”

    Simra responded with the same gentle nod Kinjita gave earlier, taking a moment after to look to the woman before staring out onto the smoke in the distance coming from Anchorhead.  She turned the datapad off and stood, gazing out at the horizon, the dry air of Tatooine doing nothing to prevent the woman from blinking constantly as a result.

    “I’d like our Jedi in Anchorhead to retrieve the droid if they can and get it sent to VITALS,” Kinjita proclaimed as she took a position once again at the woman’s side.

    Simra tilted her head to Kinjita with a curious expression. “Isn’t that dangerous?  The Colossus we encountered on Varonat detonated soon after it was disabled.  Would this not do the same?”

    She nodded sagely, her long white locks pushing forward onto her shoulders as a result, the silvery strands shining off the evening suns. “Yes, but I more mean the wreckage from that.  We were still able to get some data from the Colossus on Varonat and I’m hoping more can be garnered from this one.  We need to figure out what ties these attacks with the abductions of people from all over the Galaxy.”

    “You think that there’s more to it than simply learning as much about us as they can before mounting an attack?” Simra remarked in reply.

    “If it were simply that then the attack would have been far more effective, and our people wouldn’t be plagued by these visions.  Ambassador Azi’esh has nearly been debilitated more than once by this, and my daughter continues to have nightly terrors.  Whatever this is, it’s deeper than simply understanding how we work.”

    That was a consideration Simra hadn’t thought of.  The Nightmares.  What did they signify?  How were they linked to the attacks, or to Iokath itself for that matter?  Her Lekku twitched in thought at all the possibilities, and it made her uncomfortable.

    “I’ll instruct our Knights to bring back what they can then,” Simra replied.  “If there is a connection I’m sure VITALS will find it.”

    “Have Master Varohk go with the retrieval team,” she remarked.  “Tell him it’s by my request.  It would be good for the people of Anchorhead to see our leadership there in some form, if only to ease some of the fears they may be having.”

    “Wise indeed,” the Twi’lek commented. “I’ll let him know.  Should I relay any other instructions?”

    Kinjita thought for a brief moment and turned to Simra. “Nothing we haven’t already put out, no.  We’ll remain at alert for now until we’re sure that this attack is the only in the foreseeable future.  I’ll be in the Noetikon chamber for the next hour or so should anyone need me.”

    Simra arched a brow at that, curious as to why Kinjita would be visiting the transmitter.  Surely the trapped Masters of Oricon had little insight on this. “Why there?” she queried.

    Kinjita looked back out onto the grounds right at the Noetikon room and replied almost matter-of-factly. “Kelmorra.  She’s been spending time there recently and her visions have become more potent as a result.  I’m hoping she may have something more we can take with us into whatever this growing conflict is.”

    “I hope she does,” Simra commented in response. “Truly, we have so little to go on it’s a wonder the damage wasn’t worse.”

    Kinjita started slowly towards the hallway to the CIC but took a moment to quietly whisper something to Simra which caused the woman to twitch with concern.

    “That’s what worries me.”

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