A Jedi Waltz: The Dance of Destiny

[Estelle Russard]

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"Aboard the Transport Cruiser "Antephenies"



Estelle leaned back in her chair and allowed the music to envelope her. On the outside, the headset only emitted a slight hum, but to her ears alone, the rolling symphonies boomed in deep drums, shrill cymbols and bold horns, then abated to delicate strings and sweet pipes till one almost had to strain to hear their song.

The music was a marvel. The dances even more so. She watched through the visor in the fitted stereo headset and siged audibly. The whole gamit of human emotion that was evoked in every movement, every note was awe-inspiring, and Estelle found herself lost for hours in the sad, happy, inspired beauty of it all.

All through it, waltz after waltz created by musical genius and expressed in disciplined and dedicated dance, there was always the unchanging base count. Regardless of tempo - fast or slow, loud or quiet - the count was the same- one two three, one two three.

Sitting, solitary,in the small compartment of the transport Cruiser as it glided through space, carving its own path between the expanse of stars of the Lavazza Sector, Estelle's mind returned once again to the purpose of her journey.

She was on a fact-finding mission. A mission she both was eager to begin and yet at the same time, feared it somewhat.

She had been <a href=http://sw-fans.net/forum/showthread.php?threadid=29305">given a mandate</a> by the Jedi Master Marcus Elessar to find out just what had happened to ReaperFett, her Jedi Master at the Order.

Fett had not been heard from in a very long while, and it was believed that he had suffered grave misfortune during his trip to Corellia (http://sw-fans.net/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=11086&highlight=woman) while on some well-earned recreation leave from the NR. He had, in fact, not arrived in Corellia. And had not been heard from since. The Masters of the Greater Jedi Order could not locate his force signature and few held any real hope that he was alive.

It had been put to Estelle to find out all that she could regarding his disappearance. It was to be part of her Masters Trials, and was indeed a trial in more ways than one.

The Jedi Knight had taken her Master's disappearance hard, had even sought comfort and understanding on a trip of self-discovery to the Streams of Aurrian (http://sw-fans.net/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=21123&highlight=The+demise+of+ReaperFett) It had helped some. Being accompanied by Aurelias Kazaar and Zeke for the journey had gone a long way to lifting her spirits, but she still felt the loss keenly. She guessed she always would.

Having left Coruscant after advising the Council she would be absent for a while, and after speaking with her Padawans, Plo Koon, Maximas and Aejin, advising them of her journey, she had then arranged with Aurelias Kazaar for him to contact one of his "informants" and see what they might find. She was not beyond using every avenue she could, and though Kazaar's friends employed unorthodox methods of information gathering (in other words, not quite legal) - she reasoned if they could find some small lead, her conscience could handle it.

For her part, information given her by Master Elessar - a man who scared her about as much as he inspired her- and after a full review of the reports gathered by the GJO. The investigations revealed Fett never even got as far as Corellia.

By using the alter-ID codes for Fetts ship, given to her in confidence by him a long time ago in case of an emergency. At the time, she was sure Fett would have had in mind his padawan would be the one in trouble, and not the other way around. Using these codes, and after getting Maximas and Aejin to help her hack the Galactic Port-Tracking Authority System (a skill both of whom were quite adept at, and made Estelle wonder somewhat..) she had discovered an unscheduled stop by her Master to the planet Vorzyd. It was to this destination the Cruiser was now taking her. It wasnt much, but it was something to go on.

A new waltz started, soft and gentle, bringing Estelle back from her thoughts to focus on the music. Her hands relaxed once more, and she only then realised she had balled her fists in tension and worry.

Her mind floated now, as she relinquished her concerns and conjectures for the moment, the Jedi Knight tapped her toes to the underlying beat...one two three, one two three...and awaited arrival to the spaceport of Vorzyd.

[Aurelias Kazaar]

Kothlis- The Spynet Facility in the capital city of Tal'cara

Oh he hated Bothans. Hated 'em 'bout as much as he loathed Rodians. Outside of bein' prissier than a damn protocol droid, they smelled awful, and carried a chip on their shoulder 'bout th'size of Th'Dutchman. Oh and their fashion sense sucked too. Whoever thought wearing purple robes 'n hats along with purple necklaces was nuts...completely 'n totally nuts! 'Course, he personally didn't give a damn 'bout fashion...he wore what was comfortable 'n wouldn't getcha shot. On most occasions atleast. Estelle still said he was nuts f'wearing th'orange shirt with th'palm trees when they'd gone out t'dinner a few weeks ago.

Th'good news was...his cigar, the smell strong 'n pungent, shielded his nose from the smell of th'furred beasts. That was 'bout th'only good news of th'hour. And th'fact th'Bothan standing before 'im, yeah th'one wearing all purple, didn't like th'fact he was smokin'.

Well tough luck furball, th'man thought as he placed his hands down on th'metal counter top, Ya might think ya smell good...but trust m'...not everyone else believes that.

"Uhm yesss," th'Bothan's Basic was full of distaste for th'human, "What did you say his name was?"

Oh I can't frickin' believe I'm doin' this through legal channels...

"His name," the human's voice was gravely, but clear, "Is Ash Longbaugh. I wanna know where he might be. Ya see...he kinda disappeared 'bout a year...two years ago. Ya guy gotta have some sorta lead on it."

The Bothan's creme colored fur over one of his black eyes rose as if t'say, 'What...you askin' me?'

Of course what came outta his mouth was a bit more polished 'n proper.

"I'm sssorry ssir...we only keep records on humans dating back a year. If he were Bothan we might still have records of it."

The human's black eyes glinted and his nostrils flared. But somehow...he kept his temper in check.

"Are ya sure ya don't have a location or somthin'? Maybe...where he was headin'?"

The Bothan looked at him like he was growing horns.

"I'm sssorry the fee for that is 1,000 credits. We only do a brief scan of our database for free. If you want anything more you'll-aaa-AAH!" the Bothan was cut off as his purple robe was crumpled by the hand of the bounty hunter.

"Look pal, I ain't askin' f'much...just a location as t'where 'e might've gone."

The Bothan's face, first set with fear was now replaced with inpudense. His mouth scrunched in, giving him a puppet sort of look and his eyes flashed.

"That's 1,000 credits, sssir...no more, no less. If you continue to do this, I will be forced to call security."

The Bothan grabbed the ID card of the human in front of him.

"And I don't think," he looked at the card, but only caught a glimpse as it was ripped from his hand.

The man had turned walkin' away from the Bothan, cigar smoke trailing him like a smokestack.

The furred alien, for his credit, resumed his prissy manner, "Have a nice day...sssir."

Aurelias Kazaar stormed out onto the streets of Tal'cara, knocking over a Rodian as it walked into the Spynet Facility. He didn't even bother to help th'green alien up, smirked at the stream of curses heard from the Rodian's small lips.

Th'good thing 'bout Kothlis was not only did it have a Spynet Facility but it also had a rather immense underground. And ever since Kazaar'd moved from bein' just a bounty hunter to a businessman (with a few fingers in various pies), his information gatherin' abilities'd gotten larger.

Insteada one info broker, he was able t'find out from about 20 sources various names, dates, 'n locations of individuals 'round th'galaxy. Gorgja, for once in his bloated life, was happy...'n Kazaar felt a bit more relaxed too.

No bounty on his head...more time w'Estelle...life was pretty damn good. But then 'The Kid', as he fondly called her, gotta message from some Jedi 'bout her old Master, ReaperFett. 'Find out what happened t'him' or something like that. If Kazaar'd been there he woulda told th'Jedi to 'Frell off' and stop dredgin' up memories that still bugged Estelle.

But he'd been on Kuat, beatin' th'hell outta a Gungan who (somehow) 'knew too much'. So he didn't get t'tell the Jedi to 'Frell off', he didn't get t'see Estelle off Coruscant, 'n he didn't get t'grab a few extra cigars from his apartment.

'Least he was gonna meet 'er on Vorzyd in 'bout...Kazaar checked his watch...two days. Which meant he better find out what he could now so he could haul tail 'cross a couple systems t'meet with the Jedi Knight.

"Aurelias," Estelle's voice had woken him up from his sleep as she left her prerecorded message, "I've found some information about ReaperFett, my former master. I need to find out what happened to him, Aurelias. Can you see what you can find out using whatever methods you have, and meet me on Vorzyd in four days? I'd appreciate it. Fett's real name was Ash Longbaugh, see what you can find. Oh...and while you're finding out the information...try not to kill anyone. For me. See ya."

Kazaar strode into The Happy Myntor, walkin' right up t'the bar and ordering a shot a bourbon.

"Lemme see Ree Viskar," he said after downing th'harsh liquor and orderin' another.

"He ain't 'ere," the human (finally a human who lived on th'planet) growled, pulling his leather hat back from his eyes.

"Damn," Kazaar replied, "I was lookin' for 'im. See I know this guy by th'name of Vrin. Said Viskar could help m'."

The human's gold eyes seemed to light up, "Ah you must be Kazaar. Viskar left a message for ya. He said...Longbaugh was last seen at th' Casino Royale. Room...338. Said he's sorry h'can't meet'cha personally. Something 'bout meetin' a guy named Haman on th'Outer Rim. Or else he woulda told ya in person."

Kazaar downed his next shot of bourbon, then set 300 creds on th'bar.

"Tell Viskar thanks anyway. And keep summa those creds for yaself. Good bourbon too."

The human smiled, three teeth missing from his mouth, "Not a problem Kazaar. Thanks f'taking care of Crei by the way. Did th'galaxy a favor. Any plans now?"

"Yeh," Kazaar started t'turn, seeing five Bothans walk into th'bar, "Get th'hell outta here...I frickin' hate Bothans."

He exitted The Happy Myntor, heading right towards th'spaceport. But first, a quick detour into a place which sold knives. He had a gift t'get Estelle. A knife made from the beak of a Ganjuko. Very pricey...very good.

After spending time in th'shop, the bounty hunter ended up gettin' two knives. One for him and one for Estelle.

Thirty Minutes later and The Flying Dutchman was off Kothlis, heading towards Vorzyd. Kazaar was happy t'be off Kothlis.

He so hated Bothans.

[Estelle Russard]

The arrival into the casino-covered world of Vorzyd was smooth and uneventful.

Estelle was in a very becalmed state of being, the effect of the music she had been enjoying for the past few hours had settled easy on her mind.

And so, it was in stark contrast with her mood, the atmosphere that hit her when she disembarked the Cruiser.

Vorzyd was a cacophony of glizty neon billboards; mobile advertising holopanels that roamed the city airscape and even travelled out into space; and flashing vid screens that stood affixed to the outside of what appeared every flat surface available.

Vorzyd was a gamblers paradise - a playground for the ultra-rich of the galaxy. With every flashing sign, every stellar smile from the beautiful faces on the Vid screens came the promise of fun, fortune and fabulous winnings if you would only just play! A billboard of a grinning rodian seated at a sabaac table, martini in hand, with a tall sleek and exquisitely beautiful twi'lek draped over him was supposed to convince the visitors to Vorzyd that anything was possible here - even for a loser like you.

As Estelle looked it over, she felt it epitmoised the true emptyness that the city promised. As much as it tried to dress it up as truth, it was afterall just a passing fantasy.

She wondered why on earth ReaperFett would chose such a place to spend his time off.

Fett had not been a gambler - that she had known of, anyway. Perhaps he played a game or two, but Vorzyd was not the place for such dabblers. It was the gamblers mecca. She, herself, would never have come here as a choice of vacation.

Maybe Fett was meeting someone...catching up with old NR buddies perhaps? An old flame? No, not in this town, she felt sure. But he had stopped here for some reason..and according to the Space Port Authority, he had never left. Not in his own ship anyway.

She did not have to wait to hail a hovercab after leaving the Cruiser. They came by the terminal one after the other in an endless line and she was almost instantly whisked away to the "Grand Marquee Strand" Hotel (it had been the most respectful name she could find in the accomodation listing) where she would wait the arrival of Kazaar. He was expected in a day or two and she would continue her search from there.

Leaning back against the upholstered seat of the cab, the Jedi Knight gazed out the window as the flashy gambling world sped by and wondered how she would ever find any clues as to Fetts activities here..

[Aurelias Kazaar]

The lobby Estelle walked into was one of wonder and delight. A large crystal chandelier, its light sending rainbow specks of light around the room, hung from the creme and white ceiling. As the Jedi looked closer with her brown eyes, she saw a stencilled outline of azure running its way through the creme and white.

The soft shoes on Estelle's feet didn't clack as she walked across the white marble floor, speckled in black. To her right, the lobby opened up into a large hallway, the marble covered with a blue carpet with gold inlaid outline. Briefly, she wondered how tight security was...especially if that was indeed gold in the carpet.

If there was security, it wasn't seen...save for the cameras up in the celing. There was more than likely some sort of armed security out there, Vorzyd had a wonderful police force...but it couldn't be everywhere.

Sounds, just further off from large hallway, signalled there was indeed a restaraunt and probably a casino beyound that. Estelle wondered if her old master had ever made it to this hotel before going to the Casino Royale and whatever fate he'd befallen.

She walked up to the front desk silently, then signalled the concierge.

He was a tall man, wearing a red vest over a white shirt. A maroon bowtie made him look a bit bookish, combined with his bald head and mustached face.

"How can I help you?" his Basic was perfect and the logo on his vest read, in block letters, 'Manager'.

"Yes," Estelle's voice was soft but clear, "I'd like to get the basic room for about a week."

The man looked like he'd seen her before. He looked down at something on the counter in front of him, then back at the Jedi.

"You're Estelle Russard aren't you?"

The Jedi Councilmember's face looked puzzled, "Why yes I am, how did you-?"

"Your buddy Kazaar," the manager's voice relaxed a bit, taking on a bit of an accent, "He owns this hotel. Said you'd b'coming out 'ere, so 'e gotta room for ya."

When he saw the look on her face, he set a holo down on the table. After pressing a button, the familiar-smirking face of Kazaar...colored blue in the holographic light.

"ey kid how ya doin'? I figured ya'd come lookin' for a place t'stay...and since ya gotta bitta taste, this'd be th'place t'go."

Estelle smiled at the compliment the glowing face gave her. Especially when the image was briefly obstructed by blue smoke from a cigar Kazaar was obviously smoking.

"These guys'll take care of ya until I get there...prolly be a couple days. I'm hauling Th'Dutchman across th'galaxy as fast as possible...and I gotta lead for ya. Turns out our boy stayed at th'Casino Royale in Room 338. Ya might want t'check it out...but when I get there. This ain't a place for people who ain't been gambling...so wait f'me all right?"

The holo flickered with more smoke.

"Oh...before I forget. Next time ya talk t'Max...tell 'im he needs t'stop interupting our dinners. See ya inna couple days, kid. Oh...don't run up too much offa tab. Though there's plenty a rum if ya want sum. Jist no Rodians."

Kazaar laughed as the message ended and the holo turned off. Raising his green eyes, the manager looked at Estelle, "Shall we go up to your room?"


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Kazaar was leanin' back in his chair enjoyin' th'jizz music playin' over th' Dutchman's speakers helped his mood as he drank from his glass of bourbon.

His mind was runnin' over th'entire situation w'Fett...they'd said he'd been at th'sabacc tables th'day before.

He knew th'Casino Royale, it was owned by 'Harm Fogal', a Grand who tended t'help those who helped him. He'd done a few jobs for th'three-eyes alien but nothing too major.

Prolly hafta drop Gorgja's name t'get stuff done...if theRoyalehas security tapes...might b'good t'check those out. Mebbe.

The bounty hunter stroked his chin then finished his bourbon. He had a pretty good feeling he'd be gettin' only a few hours sleep once he reached Vorzyd, so...might as well get plenty now.

He kept th'music on...but changed it to a bit of a lighter, more melodious jizz sound. Easier t'fall asleep to.

Laying down on th'cot, Kazaar closed his eyes, then finally got some rest. The half-smoked cigar in his ashtray went out...and Kazaar lightly snored as the music kept playin'.

Two days t'Vorzyd.

'Least Kazaar'd be dealin' with a Grand...not Bothans.

[Estelle Russard]

Receiving Kazaar's message made Estelle feel not quite so far from home and alone. It was strange coming to such a huge fast-paced city and not knowing a soul there. His trademark grin, the swirling cigarre smoke and his familiar voice did much to make her feel not quite so overwhelmed at the task set before her. She laughed at his dig at Maximas - and wondered if those two would ever call a truce. She wouldn't like to wager who would call it first - they both were as hard headed as Rancours and about as tactful. She smiled. It was good to hear from him.

Plus, he had news. Big news. Talk about narrowing the search for her.

The Casino Royale... She remebered passing it on her cab ride here to the Strand. That, and a dozen other establishments, but that particular one stuck in her mind as it had a line of multi-colored trees lining its boulevarde, all aglow with neon lights. It had looked very tropical compared to others around it. Another she remembered was the "King Viper Hotel" - that one had an enormous Asp curled the length of its entrance and patrons entered into its solid gold doors through the snakes mouth flanked by huge fangs that dripped water down a spiral wire. Estelle shuddered again at the memory of it. What a horrid concept..

With a delightful "BING" the turbo lift doors opened, and the bellboy led her down the thickly carpeted hallway to her room - it was on the top floor of the hotel and had a platinum embossed "PH" affixed to the front of the door.

Stepping into the luxurious suite, Estelle laughed softly to herself as she looked around in awe. Kazaar...ever full of surprises...

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After helping herself to a good portion of the welcoming fruit basket that was set on the sideboard for her, the Jedi Knight took a turn in the refresher, ordered a grilled cheese sandwich and tea for supper and plotted her moves for the next day.

It was late in the evening now, or rather early in the morning and the place she intended to visit would not be open.

Kazaar had mentioned...or rather, told...her not to go to the Casino Royale alone, and while that irritated her independent spirit a little, she decided she would in all probability save herself some agrivation and frustration if he were there. He knew these types of places, and in the mean time, she had other avenues to look in.

She had spoken to the Concierge after receiving the message from Aurelias when she had checked in, and asked where unclaimed docked vessels at Vorzyd SpacePort were towed to - or what became of them should a traveller not return to them.
The Concierge assumed they would be impounded at the VDAV (Vorzyd Department of Abandoned Vehicles). This was true, however it did not end there, as Estelle was to find out via taped holographic answering message - the VDAV held them for a period of 3 months, and then auctioned them off, using the revenue for Spaceport upgrades.

It was very doubtful Fetts ship would still be there. But if his ship had been taken there, it would be inventoried and Estelle may learn something from that.

Brushing her glossy brown hair and tying it back lightly in a white satin ribbon, she turned down the covers to the enormous bed. At a rough guess, it could sleep maybe 5 people - Estelle felt she might get lost in it. On top of the many pillows sat a chocolate mint. Estelle popped one, then another into her mouth. Before she shut the light out, all 5 mints had disappeared into her mouth and then she fell into a sound sleep.

[Estelle Russard]

She cracked open one eye and looked at her wrist chrono she had placed on the bedside table the night before. It was light out, and squinting, she could see it was already 8am. She had slept well.

Tossing back the quilt, Estelle pushed herself out of the bed and stretched her arms toward the ceiling. A hearty yawn, and it was time to shower, dress and get moving - daylight was wasting.

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The trip to the VDAV was uneventful except for the detour taken by the rodian cab driver. He had taken the long way to the destination in order to make a quick cred, Estelle was certain of it, and the Jedi Knight would make sure he was not so liberal with her time or credits on the return trip.

She made him wait outside while she made her iquiries about Fett's ship within.

As expected, the vehicle had been appropriated by this branch of the VDAV, but was no longer in the Department's possession. It had been taken by the Police Authorities as evidence in their own investigation of his disappearance. Which, much like that of the Orders, had turned up precious little.

When Estelle explained that she was investigating the disappearance of a Jedi Master of the GJO, the clerk was suddenly very forthcoming. Eager to help perhaps, or just eager to avoid any prolonged snooping by a Jedi.. Either way, he explained that those items were also held in evidence files of the Authorities.

What he could tell her was what had been originally inventoried with Fetts ship, and this is was what interested Estelle. All his weapons, in particular, his lightsaber, had been left on board. If ReaperFett was planning a prolonged stay in Vorzyd, leaving his lightsaber behind contradicted that to Estelle's way of thinking. Putting even further to her mind that his disappearance was not self-imposed....as had once or twice crossed her mind..

Back in the cab now...and armed with directions to her hotel (courtesy of the very helpful clerk) as well as to the Casino Royale Estelle instructed the cabby to take her to the latter...and not try any funny business. A firm grip on his shoulder, enhanced by force strength, lent weight to her words, and the Rodian suddenly had a surge of memory for shortcuts through the city proper.


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It was now noon as Estelle arrived at the fanciful tree-lined entrance to the Royale She was just there to have lunch, she aserted to herself..Kazaar couldnt be angry at her for that. Just lunch. A girl has to eat doesnt she? Aurelias couldn't argue with that.

Walking through the lobby, just as suredly as her Master had so many months before her, Estelle looked at the surroundings and tried to see the establishment as Fett would have.

Did he have any inkling that he might not return from this place? Did he have any forwarning as to the events that would bring his padawan in search of him? Estelle followed the general flow of partons, and soon was being seated in the general dining room adjacent to the "Starlight Room."

As she waited for the orange juice she ordered to begin with, again her thoughts strayed to what Fett had seen while staying here. Who did you meet...? What made you stay..?"

"Pardon, Madam?"

The Bothan server asked her, a little unsure if she had been speaking to him.

"Oh...oh nothing, just thinking out loud" she smiled slightly, and then placed her order for lunch, as the Bothan dutifully took note.

[Aurelias Kazaar]

The Flying Dutchman

He'd gotten about six hours of sleep (and avoided a hangover at the same time...of course he hadn't been drunk) in a bed that was only a little bit bigger than he was. In fact, it was pretty much a cot with a pillow.

Kazaar stretched, hearing his back 'n shoulders pop, then he reached for a bottle...any sort of bottle. Thankfully it was water and it helped wake 'im up a bit.

Almost fully awake, his blaster still drawn (even if he was in the safety of hyperspace) and the bounty hunter walked to the cafe machine, just missing the wooden table strapped down to th'floor.

After pressin' th'button, Kazaar's knee met the table with a *thump*.

A string of curses erupted from his mouth, ones that if 'the kid''d been there and heard 'im, she woulda covered 'er ears in shock, and Kazaar set his body down on the chair next to th'table. A few minutes later and he poured th'cup of cafe into his mouth and let it wake 'im up even more.

Now...where t'go with this entire 'Find Fett' thing.

By now, Estelle'd checked into th'Strand or hopefully she had, Kazaar'd hate t'see 'er sleep in some dive like The Dutchman (he chuckled, Kazaar never was one for keepin' things clean).

Kazaar opened his icebox 'n pulled out a slab of meat. It wasn't too healthy, but he didn't feel like eatin' eggs or som'thing. Cafe 'n steak...breakfast of champions.

Or bounty hunters.

Kazaar's mind started turnin' while he chewed on the day-old (and cooked) meat.

Ash'd stayed at the 'Grand Royale' then'd disappeared before he was to leave. So it'd mean the hotel might have his things inna lost 'n found of some sort. Tapes too maybe. Security tapes might say where th'hell th'Jedi was going when he disappeared.

Of course if th'casino was inna cost cutting measure they woulda erased th'damn things and taped over 'm again. If so...Kazaar 'n Estelle might never figure out what Fett's fate was.

If he's alive, he'd better have a damn good excuse as t'where th'hell he's been for th'last two years. Gave the kid a fricking heart attack.

It was still 'bout a day before he got to Vorzyd and Kazaar still needed t'look over his notes about the Casino. Proctor Saggio had very nicely procured him some, along with notes from both he and Sully. Mainly stuff like, "Boss ya never put us up in places like this 'n all". Either way, it was useful info.

Kazaar finished his coffee then turned t'the maps. It was time t'start workin'.


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"Excuse me Miss," the Bothan said after returning with Estelle's order of orange juice and a rounded bread called a 'bagel', "But I've been asked to ask you why you haven't bought any chips for the casino. We do plenty of nice slots or sabacc if you'd like to try your hand at that."

[Estelle Russard]

She took a bite of her bagel, and looked about to see who the Bothan was referring to that had asked about her gambling plans.

She couldnt isolate any one that it could be, and thought it inconsequential. She shrugged, as she replied to the waiter.

"Not today, but perhaps I will be back later tonight and try my luck."

She was referring to doing some late night 'scoping' of the Hotel, but the server needn't know that.

"Well, if you do ma'am, be sure to try your luck at the "Wheel of Destiny." Despite it's cliched name, there really is something to be said of what a person may find out about herself playing such a game." He winked at her, and wished her to enjoy her lunch, before departing to another table.

Spreading some light cheese on her bagle, her eyes roved the room, the people that populated it and tried to get a feel for the place in general.

Finishing her lunch, she left enough credits to cover her bill, and a generous gratuity for the Bothan, and then crossed to the front desk.

Speaking to the Coincerge, Estelle garnished what information she could of the day to day routine of the Hotel, and the general "rush" for gaming times and what people did for entertainment other than gamble. That question resulted in a confused look from the Coincerge.."other than gamble?" It was as if voicing such a thought was a mortal sin and did nothing to endear her to the man.

Wisely leaving that subject, Estelle probed him regarding security - holovid monitoring and the like. And she was assured that the only monitoring done was what was deemed absolutely necessary for the clients protection was conducted. Of course cameras were about and strategically placed "eyes" were located throughout the hotel, but only so everyone could be kept safe.

The Jedi nodded, "of course" and smiled, appreciating the good care the Royale took of its patrons.

"Do you keep these recordings for very long?"

"No madam. They are routinely erased and reused. The only things we keep are if there is an incident. Someone stealing from the tables - or even from their rooms. You would not beleive what people try to stuff into their luggage. These people we keep on file in case they return to try this kind of caper again."

"I see."

"The Coincerge continued on, enjoying the sound of his own authoritive voice. "Some guests even try to leave without paying. We keep them on a hardcopy file. The Royale has a long memory."

Estelle locked onto his words, a sudden hope lifting her spirits. Some guests even try to leave without paying... If ReaperFett left abruptly, he most likely would not have settled his account.

"And you keep these records here at the Hotel?" she asked conversationally.

"Yes, maam. In the Office" His eyes automatically looked to the door across from him marked "Office"

She nodded again and then thanked him for all his time. She assured him she would be back to play some sabaac and told him once more what a lovely place the Royale was. The coincerge came around the desk to walk her toward the door. But Estelle had something else in mind.

She rarely did this, as she felt it was an invasion on an individual - but sometimes the end justified the means.

Touching the mans arm, she spoke to him, her voice laced with the persuasion of the force.

"Why dont we stop in at the office - you can show me those old files."

Why dont we stop in at the office - I can show you those old files."

"What a good idea"

Unlocking the door and leading her into the office, the man looked a bit unsure of just what he was doing. She reinforced her hold upon his mind and spoke again.

"The date I want to look at is this month, two years ago"

"The date you want to look at is this month, two years ago"

He used his data card and swiped it through the security lock, causing a drawer to open out horizontally in front of them. Within was row upon row of disks. The coincerge pointed to the slot for the month in question."

"You can leave me to this and I can let myself out"

"I will leave you to this and you can let yourself out"

Estelle smiled, and the Coincerge turned and left her to her work.

[Estelle Russard]

The trip across town back to the Grand Marquee Strand seemed to take a lifetime. Estelle was eager to go over the information in hand. The borrowed security disk could hold a clue and she couldnt get back quick enough.

Sitting now, the images flickering and wavering in the dull light of her room, Estelle stretched her back, hearing a pop or two. She had seen one image of Fett so far. One. It was of him entering the Casino Royale - no doubt just arriving. It was a quick, but distinct front catch of him from his chest up. Estelle smiled as she saw his face again, and a sigh caught in her throat. He looked good, relaxed. She missed him.

So far the disk was disappointing. One image, and it was no use to her except to see the time and date of Fetts arrival at the Royale. She had been witness to a whole slew of individuals, checking in - checking out, eating dinner, gambling at the tables. She saw a group of Gamorreans who caused a great deal of discomfort to the people they passed as was evident in the sudden stopping of noses as no doubt their scent wafted after them. There were so many people, faces, angles, views. Each one, Estelle peered at, wanting to catch even a glimpse of Fett.


Continuing her watch, she saw a rather large and burly Trandoshan bend to look at something taken from his pocket, credits perhaps - maybe he planned to try his luck one last time. And as he bent forward slightly, he created a chance break of view as the camera did a slow scan passed him. It was Fett she noticed the first as he was who she was searching for, but he was with someone. Estelle stretched up and reversed the image to play again.

Yes, it was Fett alright. And a dark haired woman was beside him, looking at him and away from the camera. Estelle's brows furrowed, who is that..?

The woman was putting an arm around his shoulder and turning to lead him off. It was so quick. Estelle replayed it again. There, the arm and a step forward. Estelle strained forward to see all she could, as if her proximity to the image would force it clearer. The woman was turning her head in the direction they were going, turning, turning (Estelle was perched precariously on the edge of her chair) turning and then, just a second more for a promising clear profile shot, the Trandoshan straightened and the screen was filled with a close up of his sweaty armpit.

"Dang!" Estelle slammed her hand down on the machine angrily.

Behind her Kazaar spoke,his voice making her jump,her attention so focused infront of her he had entered the suite without her being aware.

"Well, thats a nice 'allo kid...Thought you would'a missed me a little."

[Aurelias Kazaar]

"Hell didn't I come halfway 'cross th'galaxy jus' t'see ya?" smoke shrouded the back of Kazaar's head as he puffed from th'dark cigar. It was good t'see Estelle again, their business had kept them apart for a bit.

The rest of the flight to Vorzyd had been rather routine. Because of his reputation on th'planet (perhaps one of the only places he had a 'good' reputation- Kazaar still laughed at that) he'd landed The Dutchman under its real name and owner, but still landed in a private hanger in the middle of th'city. He might have a good rep, but that didn't mean he wasn't cautious. The hangar was pretty well guarded by men he'd gotten Sully t'look after (including one woman who appeared t'be a former dancer at his club. Of course...she also appeared t'be the type who'd pick up a sword and slice someone in two if they tried anything). Kazaar still wondered where in th'blue hell Sully'd found 'er.

He'd walked into th'Strand puffing on his cigar like a chimney and casually strode up t'the front desk.

"Hey!" a voice called from the side as some kid he'd never seen ran up to him. Thank God it wasn't a Bothan, Kazaar was in th'mood t'gut one of 'em if they crossed him.

It was a new hire that was f'sure, the guy wore a jacket that was too small for 'im (of course with his belly they prolly had t'custom make it) and his face was fulla fat. Th'name tag said 'Jared' and he looked like he had an ego th'size of his belly.

"You can't smoke in here!" 'Jared' shouted as he stopped in front of the bounty hunter, "The rules don't allow it. New ordinance passed here. You can only smoke in casinos and that's back that way."

Kazaar gave 'im a look which pretty much said, 'Go frell yaself and come back t'me when you've grown up,' and continued to puff on his cigar.

"I mean it sir!" the uniformed worker continued to say, "If you don't put that cigar out I'm gonna put it out for you."

Instead of putting it out, Kazaar laughed in his face, "Oh ya gotta be kiddin' me. How long have ya worked 'ere?"

"Five weeks sir and we haven't had any trouble about the rule except for by you."

Kazaar was incredulous. What was this planet comin' to? First they try t'regulate strip clubs, then they outlaw smokin' in hotels?

That's it...I'm selling this hotel!

"Yah," his gravely voice was fulla scorn, "There's a reason why I have a problem with th'rule. I own this hotel."

Now it was Jared who laughed at Kazaar, "Oh please...everyone knows Mister Kazaar wears suits and has blonde hair not black."

"Tell ya what boy," Kazaar shot back, getting frustrated, "You turn your sorry little butt around and I won't kick it. Or better yet...turn it around, I'll beat it in for ya and maybe get that rod stuck outta it."

It was then Jared went too far. He reached out and made a grab for the cigar. Kazaar's hand shot up and gripped the fat arm, then turned, and flipped the guy over onto th'ground. With a satisfying 'thud' Jared hit and lay still, trying t'catch his breath.

"What in the devil is goin' on 'ere!" a familiar voice to Kazaar said as the Manager ran up to them, as guests scattered from the violence.

"Kazaar what th-hell?"

Aurelias gave a snort, "Ya know, I expect ya t'have better hiring policies than some jackanapes who doesn't even know who th'owner is. He tried t'grab m'damn cigar. Tommy ya know how I feel 'bout losing m'cigars."

The manager, or Tommy as Kazaar called him, gave a smirk, "It's good t'see ya boss. Jared...I want t'introduce ya to your boss. Jared Flaghorn, meet Aurelias Kazaar."

"M-mister Kazaar," Jared looked dazed as he stared up at his two bosses, "I'm sorry I didn't regonize you."

The bounty hunter gave another snort, "Prolly 'cause I didn't have blonde hair and a suit on. Tommy where in th'blue hell did that rumor come from?"

"The house only knows," Tommy replied, leaving Jared to lay on th'ground, "All I know is your Jedi friend got here a few days ago and she's been a busy girl. She went down to the Casino Royale earlier today just scope the place out."

Kazaar was amazed how Tommy, a guy who'd been th'manager of th'Strand f'years could still drop back into th'tone of the Old Neighborhood back on Kuat. He was one of th'few guys Kazaar trusted, hell it was why he gave him a job when he'd bought the hotel as a 'get-away' place for himself a couple years ago. 'Course Gorgja had a stake innit, but hey...the fat Hutt had a finger in every pie, cake, bread in th'galaxy.

"I told that girl t'not go down there. Ah well...I'll go up 'n see what she's got. Th'kid's smart, she's done a helluva lotta growing since I first met 'er."

Tommy nodded as he handed Kazaar the key t'Estelle's suite.

"Yours is next door t'her. I'll stop by later on with some of the figures t'the hotels 'round here. We're trying t'get that anti-smoking initiative struck down too. Me 'n a few other casinos have banded together to form our own initiative. Ya might want t'have a talk with the governing council 'bout it."

Kazaar nodded walking towards the lift, "Yeh later, later. Oh and assign Jared to somewhere other than th'front entrance."

A wink, "He needs t'work on his people skills."

Then Kazaar took th'lift up t'Estelle's suite.

After suprisin'er on his entrance (he coulda sworn she woulda sensed 'im...she was gettin' pretty good on sensing things), he was surprised as she leaped up and smothered him inna hug.

"Aurelias! It's good to see you!"

Kazaar gave a half-smile, "It's good t'see ya too, Kid. What've ya found for us? We got any idea where ya master might be?"

[Estelle Russard]

He smelled of cigar and bourbon, and as Estelle wrapped her arms about his neck and hugged him close, the bristles of his chin brushed her cheek and she realised how profoundly she had missed him. And how glad she was that he was finally here with her.

"Ive so much to tell you, Aurelias" she said, releasing him finally and stepping back. Kazaar thought she looked tired. Or perhaps it was more spent than tired. He knew it would be an emotional trip for her here to seek Fett, and perhaps she was already starting to feel the strain.

As he sat, propping his feet on the coffee table, he listened without interuption as Estelle went over her activities of the past couple of days. She certainly had alot to say and was even talking a little fast and excitedly. The bounty hunter watched her in silence, absorbing all she said.


Finishing up with the holovid images from the security, Estelle explained how she had seen ReaperFett with a dark haired woman.


"Here, let me find it for you. Just have to go back a little bit..."

Kazaar put a hand on her arm preventing her, and smiled his crooked smile at her.

"When was the last time you ate, kid?"

[Aurelias Kazaar]

"Umm...I had breakfast at the casino."

Kazaar harrumphed. There was no use at doin' detective work on an empty stomach. Or even Jedi work. He didn't care if sh'had the Force...stomach rumbling means food need t'be put in.

"C'mon kid, let's get some food. We can go over this stuff after ya get some food 'n I get some drink in me. I haven't had a drink inna while."

He pulled her lightly towards th'door.

"Look th'downstairs kitchen serves great food. I should know...I helped set it up."

The bounty hunter opened th'door, ushering the Jedi out.

"Consider it 'a date'. I'm buying," then he winked.

[Estelle Russard]

She followed him without protest. It was almost 1a.m. No wonder she was hungry. It was funny though, she had been so consumed with her search, food hadn't once occured to her since the bagel the morning before.

"A date it is then, Mr. Kazaar" and she smiled in the way that was so familiar to him.

"What made you buy a hotel, Aurelias. I was stunned when I received your message to check in here. One day, I will do a jedi mind trick on you, and learn all the little secrets and surprises you keep locked in that head of yours."

[Aurelias Kazaar]

Kazaar grinned as he puffed on some smoke.

"I gotta few out there that'll take sum time for ya t'figure out," the two entered the lift and it started down towards th'lobby.

"Kitchen's prolly closed, but I know how t'whip up a thing or two. Steak sounds pretty good t'me, how 'bout you kid?"

Estelle nodded. Practically anything sounded good to her about now.

"Now what made m'want t'buy th'hotel? Gorgja sometimes gave me th'opportunity t'take over some of m'father's acquisitions. He had a stake in this hotel so I bought it...I'm that damn good at bein' a bounty hunter..."

A wink, "Gorgja's a bastard but he ain't that bad. So I just try t'keep th'place up'n running. It's a nice place too...we gotta jizz lounge which plays nightly. Good band too."

As the lift started slowing, Kazaar looked at Estelle.

"Tell ya what kid...ya tell me a secret 'n I'll tell you one. Make it one not many people know 'bout too. I don't wanna be talking wi'the dancers at Sully's and have 'em say 'Oh, Mister Kazaar ya goonie, we knew it all along.'"

The two shared a laugh as th'doors to th'lift slowly opened. Jarad wasn't there anymore, Tommy had sent him somewhere (hopefully t'the unemployment line), but the latter gave Kazaar a nod as he 'n Estelle walked towards the dining area.

"You're gonna cook aren't ya, boss?" Tommy's eyes were laughing as he opened the dining room doors to the two.

"Yeh, I am. Ya liked the last bitta pasta I made."

"That's right I did. Good thing I put steaks in 'em this time," Tommy shifted his gaze to Estelle, "Aurelias here is a helluva cook. He might not live it, but he's good at what he does.

"All right, I'll let you two sit 'n eat. See ya boss."

Kazaar shook hands with Tommy, "I'll see ya tomorrow Tommy. Hey, see if ya can get that info I requested will ya?"

Tommy nodded then turned and left Estelle and Kazaar alone in a lavish dining room filled with tables covered in white.

"Well...take ya pick, kid. We got th'entire place to ourselves."

[Estelle Russard]

She chose a table against the window, overlooking the man-made lake that encompassed the North side of the hotel. It was lined with trees that had delicate pink and white flowers in bloom over them. "Night dancers" Kazaar told her. They close in the day and open only in the late evening.

Estelle thought them beautiful and said as much.

"We'll sit here. Ill come and help you in the kitchen."

She hadnt responded to the deal he'd suggested earlier. And so he prodded for her answer as he got out the items he required for their meal.

"Im afraid I dont have many secrets, Aurelias, and what ones I do have will be quite sedate compared to yours, Im sure."

[Aurelias Kazaar]

"Well we do know one secret kid," Kazaar smirked as he poured water into a pot.

"Ya like your rum...even if ya won't admir t'it."

The bounty hunter gave a wolfish grin as Estelle threw a napkin at him.

The dinner itself was quite easy t'get through...Kazaar was quite a cook.

The pasta was hardly over done...that was sumthin' he'd gotten from his dad (the one good quality). Never overcook your pasta, Aurelias...his dad'd said while takin' a drink froma glass of alcohol. 'n cook with olive oil too....make sure ya only use a capful.

Kazaar relayed th'teaching he'd learned from his dad, to the Jedi Knight sittin' in front of him. The kid would hafta learn how t'cook good stuff at sum point.

Jist 'cause I've got one a th'worst diets out there don't mean she has t'.

He kept cookin', slicing some sweet basil with a kitchen knife, then threw it into the pot as well. When the water was boiling, Kazaar dumped a bit of tortellini into the pot, stirring it with a wooden knife.

"This is how ya make pasta, kid...I bet ya mom never cooked this stuff for ya," he said with a smirk as he smoked his cigar.

In truth, Estelle had eaten pasta before, but never some Kazaar'd made. She was impressed, there was so much about the bounty hunter she didn't know about. The fact he wrote occasional poems and cooked, showed there was more t'him than the foul-mouthed, bourbon guzzling, cigar chomping bounty hunter she'd met years ago. This was an actual man who had some odd little intricacies about himself.

The main one was he hunted people for creds and was involved with a Hutt Syndicate. A very dangerous one. Kazaar's inability t'be a diplomat meant he made enemies 'n just more than Kimiiki Crei...even Gorgja hated Kazaar, but he tolerated 'im 'cause of his talent.

Or atleast that's what Kazaar figured.

"All right kid," he said as he finished th'pasta, "It's time for ya t'have food...Kazaar style."


* * *

"I gotta place next door t'yours," Kazaar mentioned as th'two walked down th'hall towards the suites. He'd thrown his arm around her, as they walked...a friendly sorta gesture.

"If ya need anything just call all right? Ya got m'number," he gave her a smirk, then patted her cheek.

"You've done good kid...we'll figure out what happened t'ReaperFett soon 'nough. I'll talk with ya in th'morning."

Then Kazaar leaned over and kissed Estelle's cheek.

"Night," he turned and walked away, hearin' th'sounds of th'music of Kuat as he did.

[Estelle Russard]

Spending the evening with Aurelias was balm to Estelle's heart and mind. Things just seemed less overwhelming when he was around. Maybe it was because he never really let anything bother him too much - he didnt sweat the small stuff. Or maybe it was because she knew he was always on her side, there for her to help her, encourage her.

Or maybe it was just his good cooking. She smiled to herself. It really was the best pasta she'd ever had.

Lying in bed, she found it hard to fall asleep. Her mind returned again to the scenes from the security tapes, the casino, the restaurant. Seeing Fett alive and happy again was making his loss real all over again.

Tired of tossing and turning, the Jedi knight tossed back the covers and crossed to the bedside unit. Here she found some channeled music - more of the same that had been on the shuttle to Vorzyd. Putting it on low volume, she climbed once more to seek out slumber.

Soft music - one two three, one two three - drifted over to her and helped chase the worried thoughts from her mind. Not long later, she was in a deep sleep and sinking deeper still.

Her low, steady breathing accompanied the strains of a sad orchestral waltz..


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The morning came so quickly.

Estelle struggled to get out of bed, feeling like she had not rested at all. Her body felt achy and her mind sluggish. Only after a prolonged time in the refresher did she feel even close to decent.

The day promised to be a sunny one, and that helped energise her. Estelle figured she must have dreamed all night, perhaps explaining why she still felt so drained. Not that she could remember any of it.

Knocking loudly on Kazaar's door, Estelle was greeted by the bounty hunter clad in one fluffy white towel wrapped (thankfully) about is lower body. Combing back his rich dark hair, Kazaar did a double-take.

"Geez kid' you always look this rough in the mornin'?"

Pulling an unappreciative "face" at him, Estelle walked in and helped herself to some tea, Kazaar having had the presence of mind to order room service. He'd ordered them breakfast too. He'd done this before, she assumed.

"Aurelias, lets walk to the Casino today. Im suffering some cabin-fever I think, and some fresh air and sunshine will do me good."

[Aurelias Kazaar]

"Whatever ya say kiddo," Kazaar poured himself a glass of bourbon, downing it in one gulp. He coughed as the alcohol shot through his system, then he gave his trade-mark smirk.

"Just t'get th'blood runnin'. Tell ya what kid...if we're goin' t'the casino, ya can't go dressed like ya just got offa a bus. Or that ya slept on one either."

He started t'shoo her outta th'room, "Ya look like hell kid. Go take another shower...I'm serious 'ere. I'm th'only one whose allowed t'look scruffy 'n disheveled.

"'sides...unless ya want t'count the scars on m'body...I don't think ya want t'be starin' at me just yet. Lemme change...then you go put on something a bit more inconspicuous.

"Yeh," he snorted at th'look on her face, "I can use th'bigger words. Now get outta 'ere kid...Jeez ya beginning t'make me look good."

He slowly pushed her outta th'room, then closed th'door before the Jedi could argue. Kazaar shook his head. Damn that kid could be so strange at times. Thinking she could go t'the casino dressed in bright red 'n gold. Uh uh...wouldn't fly at The Grand Royale, not a chance in hell.

Kazaar grabbed a long-sleeved shirt of brown 'n white, then slid jeans over his boxers, as well as some old hikin' boots. A worn leather jacket shrugged onto his shoulders and both his blasters were placed in easy t'reach, but not easy t'see places. Kazaar stuck a cigar in his mouth then lit it, letting the acrid smoke from the dark tobacco stick waft through th'hallway.

He pounded on Estelle's door.

"C'mon kid let's go. Ya better not've fallen asleep in th'fresher. I'd hate t'have t'haul ya outta there."

[Estelle Russard]

Estellle had irritably gone back to her own room. She didnt look that bad.

"Like I slept on a bus....what kind of a thing was that to say?"

She could feel her annoyance battling for expression - preferably in a hard blunt instrument against a thick dark head - but inwardly, she knew her ill humor was not so much due to Kazaar's remarks on her appearance, but on her bad night.

She walked into the bathroom, and looked in the mirror.

"Ok...well maybe a little like I slept on a bus..."

The Jedi Knight ran a hair brush through her hair, and put on some pale lip gloss to try brighten her appearance. What she really needed was to make some form of progress.

With a sigh, she waited for Aurelias to come by and pick her up.

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"Aren't ya hungry kid?" the bounty hunter asked as he pressed the chilli dog up toward her nose. The smell of it made Estelle reel. How could he eat that stuff first thing in the morning.

Kazaar, by contrast, was devouring his breakfast, second breakfast really, as he had already eaten that brought up to the room earlier, but having spied the street vendor selling them, he couldnt get his creds out quick enough to buy one.
Estelle knew he was being quite generous in offering her a bite.

They had left the hotel and were walking on the sunny side of the street. Estelle had changed into something more presentable, a pair of creme pants, a crisp red shirt, and flat sensible shoes. The warmth of the day felt good against her face, although it promised to be a hot one, as she pulled her hair up into a make-shift knot, fastening it with a claw-clip.

"Did you get a chance to look over the holovids again? Did you see that woman?"

Kazaar poked the last of the bun into his mouth with his finger and wiped his lips with the crumpled paper serviette. He was still chewing when he answered.

"ubm.....ab'bit" He swallowed, and articulated a little clearer. "I'm n't sure, but I might know th'dame."

He said this so casually, Estelle almost missed it. It was two steps later when she caught it and stopped midstep to tug hold of his arm.

"What?"

They had come to stand against a stone railing that ran the length of the sidewalk for the next block or so. Behind it, the atificial river ran lazily along, its refreshing and relaxing beauty a pleasant relief, before it wound east to continue through the city.

Estelle lifted her eyes from Kazaar, her voice fading off, as she stepped around him to look across the water.

The bounty hunter turned after her, picking up instantly that something was amiss.

Her large brown eyes rested on a bridge that was obviously newly built - its outer metal framework still gleamed brilliantly in the morning sunshine.

Estelles heart began to race as she looked at the bridge and her breath became rapid and sharp, dots of perspiration appeared on her forehead. Her eyes widened and Kazaar noticed she gripped the stone rail with whitened knuckles. He reached a hand to gently touch her elbow, "kid? hey..kid?"

She felt like she was suffocating.

"The bridge..." she began, but with difficulty.

"yeah - piece o' junk, if ya ask me" he observed, casting it a quick glance.

"This was what I dreamed. I remember now"

"Its j'st a dream. It's nothin'..."

It was as if she couldn't hear him. Her eyes were full of fear...terror even. Her face blanched and Kazaar was getting really concerned.

"Drowning!"

Her knees began to fail.


"Kazaar - help me. Im drowing.."

[Estelle Russard]

It was the struggle that impacted her the most.

The feeling of fighting against something so overwhelming. The breif moments of hope where she felt that she was gaining control, rising above the endless draught of water that strove to pull her ever down, only to be buffetted and swamped all over again.

Time after time she broke the surface, gasping for breath but only managing to gulp in water that slapped into her face. Shaking her head, always stretching upward, but never breaking free.

It was so real, she was living it. Or dying it, as was more the case.

She saw some floating debris - if she could just get hold of it, she might have a chance. Just out of reach...just cant quite..touch it..

Estelle!


Kazaar's face was frantic as she slowly focused on it.

How did she get on the pavement? Did she fall?

Aurelias craddled her head with his hand as he crouched beside her, and patted her cheek lightly. He stopped as she finally came to.

Estelle lifted her hands and flung them in a gesture of complete relief around Kazaar's neck.

She began to cry.

[Taylor Millard]

Kazaar was far from befuddled, instead he sprang into action.

"Let's get outta here, kid," He started t'pull her away from the street towards a small diner (the only semi-delapidated building on the strip), "I don't want people thinkin' you're on something.


"Too early in th'day f'that."

The bounty hunter gave enough of a grin as he half-pulled, half-carried the Jedi into the diner. The host in th'place, why this place hadda host Kazaar didn't know, was a...

OOC- I'll finish this later, sorry.

[Estelle Russard]

<U>EPILOGUE </U>



Having left Vorzyd far behind them, Estelle sat, feet curled beneath her, in the comfortable leather seat, a blanket draped over her. In the seat beside her, was Kazaar, navigating the "Dutchman" toward the monolithic space station anchored off Kuat.

He had been chomping on the butt-end of the same cigar for over an hour. Which had also been the same amount of time since either of the two had spoken..

"I can hang around kid, till y'get on yer transport back to Coruscant. Another couple hours or so aint gonna change nuthin'"

"No, really Kazaar. I can manage. It will be nice just to have time to myself"

She hadn't meant it the way it sounded, but Kazaar took it at face value and had clamped the cigar between his teeth and turned back to the business of flying, not saying anything since.

The trip to Vorzyd had begged as many questions as it had answered. Where was this Lady De'Ville now? What was her connection to ReaperFett in the first place? Were they old friends? Lovers? Why destroy the bridge, and Fett along with it? Was it accidental? Deliberate? Did someone send her, or was it simply opportunistic to kill the Jedi?

Estelle didn't know.

What she did know was that ReaperFett had gone down with the bridge, his lungs filling with water, and that - in her dream/vision - she had not seen him surface. She knew no one could sense him anymore - not herself, nor Marcus Q'Dunn, nor the Council. He fell victim to an attack of the Dark Jedi De'Ville, and the woman was roaming freely around the galaxy.

Estelle also knew she had unlocked a latent gift that she had before not consciously recognised, but now, thinking back, she somehow always knew it had been there. She hoped she could develop this gift, though with not such an emotional connection to it. Would that even be possible and not detract from her sensitivity to such visions? Another question.

Kazaar kept on with the silent treatment, still indignant at her. He'd forgive her, she knew. Aurelias couldnt stay mad at her for long, especially when the hurt she'd dealt had been unintentional. Besides, he'd get to shooting some bothan or hapless rodian soon enough and he'd feel much better. All injury forgotten. This made Estelle smile. She loved this rogue beside her more than he'd ever know.


Watching as the Station loomed into view through the Portal, Estelle's mind turned back to Q'Dunn. And her report that she would deliver to him. Would what she'd found satisfy him?

This thought led to the second question Marcus had asked of her...Why had Yoda not wanted Anikin Skywalker trained.

The Knight had thought she knew the answer before she'd even left for Vorzyd, now she was certain of it.

Anikin's future had been clouded, obscure. The potential for him to do much good was great - the potential for him to do much evil, even greater. Which was better? - Never have the good done at all by not training him, or risk the terrible influence for the darkside should his training fail?

Mace Windu felt Anikin would be the one to bring "balance." But there was also the chance Anikin would negatively tip the scales. No one knew for sure.

Until it was too late.

But as Estelle realised with the loss of ReaperFett - no one's future was carved in stone. You did what you could, effected the things you could today. Just because the road is unclear or unsteady or risky, did not mean you did not embark on it. Quite the opposite - you must begin in order to know the end.

Banking the ship left, Kazaar requested entry to dock on the Station,which was duly granted after a brief delay for clearance while the duo were forced to listen to piped-in music.

Lifting her head, she smiled at Kazaar. The music was a Waltz.



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ooc: Kazaar - you can still edit your post if you want, but I need to wrap this up. :)