AKIKO THERE IS A SITH ON KIJIMI The message she had intercepted only confirmed the feelings... portents... she had already been sensing. Ripples in the Force so faint it was as if a flailing swan were the other side of an ocean. But they had drawn her to Kijimi. For so long, she had drifted unanchored across the galaxy, driven by a need to know what happened. And finding nothing but more mystery. She could no longer trust her masters. She knew they would be out to kill her, if they ever caught up with her. The Darksiders... They would kill her too. But she vowed to find the truth before that happened. And now her quest had a direction. The Force tugged her, like a distant magnetic pull twitching an ancient compass. She moved through societies unseen and untraceable. A different world, a different identity. And so today she was Lydda, the dancer. A travelling entertainer. A little red light on a metal cylinder at the side of her dressing table winked. She picked it up. The name of a bar. She replaced the cylinder then brushed her hair in contemplation. Others would be coming. She would wait, and watch. Then, when the time was right, she would strike.