Gwyn had silently slipped off to the ship when given the clear. Approaching it from the outside, the engineer noted the ship's factory clean appearance. Not only was it generic as hoth, but it was relatively clean and fresh for a ship. This worried her.
What are the chances that this is some kind of rental with zero clues as to who we're fighting?
Gwyn activated her Engineer's Vambrace and started hacking into the ship. It was a breeze getting the defenses down, and soon the ramp was lowered. Like to the ship's hull, the ramp had a clean and new factory feel to it. Gwyneira frowned as she lifted a hand and touched the ship's wall. Using the Force, she tried to access any past memories associated with this ship.
"Brat better get this rental back in one piece," A highly tailored ship salesman complained, "I bet she has no idea how to upkeep a ship this sleek."
"Haar'chak."
Gwyn lowered her hand in disappointment and walked further into the ship. No personal possessions of any kind were left here. An untouched quarter, creepily orderly recreation area, and refresher only used once or twice greeted the disappointed Mandalorian.
As she entered the bridge, she was met with the same scene as the rest. The bridge was the most used part of the ship; but even then it was factory default and hardly messied. No personal possessions, no clues.
Gwyn retracted her vambrace's scomp key. She still had ways of garnishing information from this place.
Seated in the pilot's chair, Gwyn was tapping away at her vambrace's computer, bypassing defenses and accessing data. It was something natural for Gwyn, who found the firewalls too easy to break down. When she broke through, the engineer scrolled through the information. This indeed was a newly made ship, commonly available for rental at Coruscant.
Coruscant, huh? Is this some random thug finding a rental for travel, or is it possible that the Galactic Alliance is somehow behind this?
She shivered at the thought. The last thing anyone needed was reason for all out war...
She dug deeper. Then, the kicker. Gwyn gritted her teeth as she saw the ship's registration to... the New Jedi Order. She hissed,
<"What the kark, I thought we were on good terms!">
How much had really changed since Gwyn moved from Kestri to Archais?
Gwyn looked more and more, but alas for she found no further information. She contacted Siv, determined to pass on the information she had.
<<"Siv, it's Gwyn. I hate to alarm you, but this is a New Jedi Order vessel. I don't know what sort of political scandals have been happening between us and them, but the Jedi are here.">>
She closed her eyes, outstretching her Force Sense, her range blossomed as she telepathically checked hallway after hallway. She searched for that fatal Force Signature. The Force Signature of a Jedi. She searched, searched... There! Far from the hanger, a bright light flickered as it moved rapidly from hallway to hallway. Gwyneira zoned in on the light... and she saw something that immediately triggered her motherly instincts.
She saw flickers of her own memories in her mind. Elise going off to train as a Myrmidon soldier. Mevia joining her father as they boarded a ship to go to Chiss space. Her two daughters, still yet to reach puberty, sparring in a training hall. A newborn baby, fragile and pure, held in her arms. And it all was triggered seeing a glimpse of the Jedi - no -
Padawan who was here.
<<"Siv! It's a child! They sent a Padawan, an ad'ika into the heart of enemy lines! How-how could they!? Does the current Jedi Council have no concern for their children?!">>
She winced her eyes shut, grimacing,
<<"When I get my hands on the demagolka who sent a Padawan on such a suicidal mission...">>
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