Back Out in Reverse

[Ira Yahff]

Space was lull, and time was slow.

A decay of bore crumple over the atmosphere, leaving only a dull breath to be inhaled. Moments drizzled into hours as patience dwindled into slumber. The corridors were riddle with sparse steps, and fewer chirps of life. Only silence accompanied the wheeze of the ventilation shafts sending their artificial breeze through the desolate halls.

Bleak outfitted the room. Sense of hopelessness captured the numerous portraits and illustrations that attempted to define the quarters. Drab seats furnished the waiting chambers, occupied with a dull, meaningless droid behind a counter. At times some visitors felt the counter was only a barricade to rebut an onslaught on the purposeless droid.

Dreary painting coated the wall. Vanilla hue and ceamy splashed into a distorted color that was more somber than enlightening. For the most part, the room was a complete mistake on every part. Any interior designer that would even wish to claim the product was completely out of their mind.

Amidst all the vapid ridiculousness sat one. Pressed in the dull armchair, he linger in bide. Leaned against the polished arms, his blue and silver mixture slowly concealed behind the droop of his lids. A daze washed his being, and discomfort rattled his demeanor. Held up by his hand, he rested his chin as he wished for respite.

Hours had passed since his entrance, but without an appointment there was no chance he would be taken as a priority. Such behavior disturbed him initally...but initials had long past and he could care less. All he wanted now was some slumber in the somber room.

He wouldn't get it...

"Is a Jehkran Dmath here? Jehkran?"

[Dasquian Belargic]

“Mr. Dmath?”

A young woman, part of the clerical staff of the base, had appeared in the doorway.

“The Director is ready to see you now, if you'd like to follow me.”

Once Jehkran was on his feet, his escort lead him into a turbolift then through a series of corridors before they arrived at one of the hub's many conference rooms. Inside, Dasquian Belargic sat waiting – a number of datapads sat in front of him.

“Sorry about the wait. Things are pretty hectic at the minute... so let's get right down to business.”

[Ira Yahff]

Multitude of emotions collected in Jehkran. A haggard batch rested underneath his exhausted lids, while an abrupt fortune shocked his pairs. Flung in a stupor as he stood, he felt the chair nearly collapse from behind. Wary of a step, he took care in his security at even shift in weight. Even his movements bundled pressure that was irregular. The awkward grimace on his face restrained complaint, his body dabbled with by every mark.

Jehkran's gait strolled with effort, but slight uncertainty. Behind the ghostly cascade of his vision rested an intrigue. The woman had parted his wave of exasperation, but she had done more to peak his interest. An allure flush her divine features, and it was illustrated in portrait display as he neared. A clarity rubbed his focus, and the image was softer than a massage.

The Echani could not restrain a smile.

Even as she replied with a smirk, she turned swiftly about and continue with the affairs. The young Jedi had nearly forgot his place, but even at it's return to his shape he managed to ignore. Despite his drift, he grew precise in his suave motion. The haggard still lay in his eye, but his mind had become attuned. He motioned without problem now.

As the entrance to the room showed itself, he listened intently at the operative. The man would be instrumental in his re-entrance into the Rebellion.

"So, would you like to know what I've been doing all this time?"

Jehkran splashed onto the chair before the desk. Certainly he could afford to be comfortable during the occurrence.

[Dasquian Belargic]

Dasquian nodded, skimming over Dmath's personnel file as he spoke.

“It's been some time since you touched base... I expect you have a lot to report.”

[Ira Yahff]

"Not really," he began.

A rustle of the seat kept Jehkran active, but his eyes were discontent. In rested a weary mind, still exhausted from the wait and thought of slipping up. There was always that possibility...always.

"During my last mission I encounter an Emperor Eye who intercepted the commission. From what I gained he used an expiremential device to warp some of my memory.

Since I have been working to get it back."

[Dasquian Belargic]

“Intercepted the commission?” Dasquian repeated, with the quizzical quirk of one brow. “I take it that you've been able to regain a fair amount of your memory, if you were able to find your way back here. I'm sure that anything you can remember will be valuable to us... particularly with regard to the Emperor's Eye.” Silently, Belargic made a note to himself to have Dmath sent for a more rigorous physical examination.

[Ira Yahff]

Time was required to recollect. Much of the memories were in a jumble, and despite the vigor of the flashbacks during his slumber there was not clearness. Even his follow-up on the business didn't conceive much. The Emperor's Eye was a hardy figure to follow, especially since his training was so explicit. There was no place to truly designated for residence. Even Coruscant wouldn't be a fitting place.

There were few things he remembered, and with Jehkran in the Alliance's grace he had no place in holding back. At least not on this subject.

"From what I know he gather the information from the SpyNet's execution. After which he followed my flight and use tractor beams to put me aboard his Star Destroyer.

After that it gets a bit fuzzy. Its hard to remember much, but I do have some...memory.

I was on a table, locked down. They said they would be experimenting on many of my kind. Never really understood much, but from there they went through a series of awkward experiments that seem like clips from a holovids to me.

It's very choppy."

[Dasquian Belargic]

“It sounds like you were in quite a perilous position,” Dasquian remarked. He encountered one of the so-called Emperor's Eyes only once before himself. With Palpatine's death, he could only imagine what had become of them. They were known to be fiercely loyal to their Emperor. In his absence, it was possible that they had become loose cannons, driven by revenge more than anything else.

“How did you manage to escape?”

[Ira Yahff]

"Escape?"

Jehkran questioned the word, his eyes drawing off to the wall. Few decorations, few decors, few details...fitting for a Intelligent Operative. Their eyes were for details in operation, not in their own holds. A smile perched on his lips as he drew his focus back on the respected owner of the room. He was a formidable man, despite the rather casual conversation.

"It all part of their experiment to let me go. Just didn't expect me to regain my memory. I think they were going to use me for extensive experimentation later.

Their fault."

[Dasquian Belargic]

“That seems uncharacteristically careless of them,” Dasquian mused aloud. Whatever game was being played by the Imperials, Belargic doubted that they would have left any details to chance. The prospect that he had been followed, or was being monitored was daunting. The routine physical checks that all visitors underwent had turned up nothing out of the ordinary, but there was no telling what kind of psychological triggers the Empire had implanted.

“Your case is an unusual one, Jehkran... we're going to have to re-evaluate your placement here, pending further diagnostics and study.”

[Ira Yahff]

Expected, Jehkran thought.

The whole situation required an intuitive eye to detail the inquisitive affairs. Emperor's Eye weren't careless, period. The experiment even made Jehkran contemplate. Never before had such carelessness been a symbol of the Empire. However, over his meditation the young Jedi had learned the answer.

He wouldn't hold back here.

"I've study my memories and the whole cha-bang," Jehkran frowned.

Rebels dealt with troubles on a daily routine. Every day they achieved rank over perils, and escaped without a blemish. Intelligent Agents were the tip-top, and carried themselves well. It seemed that none of their motions were unnecessary. They had to mirror the proficiency of the Empire to sustain in the Galactic Civil War.

"They were hoping to use me. When I woke I was on Tatooine's dunes. Since then, every time I've bumped head with the bucket-heads the Empire has no record on me. At all. From birthplace to the time in the Alliance.

Nothing

How I see it, if by the luck of the seven circles, I wouldn't be here today. I'd be in some TIE Fighter or something, doin' that Emperor Eye's deal. I think I hold a trait he likes."

Jehkran paused there. All the memories re-rolled in his mind like a holovid. So vivid, so crisp. It almost hurt him to talk, but he kept it all under the surface.

"The Force-Sensitive children?

I've talked to some of the guys around here. Seems like it's all the same as the experiments they did on me.

Coincidence?"