Week I - by Mira_Jade 1. Adamant My name is Byma Toc. I was sent to Tatooine at the instruction of Master Windu. He said I was to seek out the family Lars and inquire on the death of Shmi Skywalker and its aftermath. He knew that Padawan Skywalker had returned to the desert world in haste and fear. The Lars family was of no direct assistance. I sensed that they were hiding something but I did not press them aggressively. The beings in Mos Eiesly cantina were much more forthcoming. If my information is correct, Skywalker will bear closer scrutiny, if not banishment from the order 2. Abide As I stepped into the cantina at Mos Eisley, the stench hit my nostrils like fresh Bantha dung. Sweat, alcohol, filth, dirt, engine oil, and many more multi-species body odors than I could count. This was the part of the job that I both loved and hated. I love gathering facts, or investigating as some call it. In another life I may have been in local law enforcement. However, this life was given to me by the Force. It abides. As do I. The part of the job I hate is having to go places I would never go, if I were not sent. By the Force. 3. Afield It happens more often than you might think. Chasing down dubious Jedi, I mean. We are often accused of being sanctimonious government puppets, do-gooders, pious judges of the masses, and many more colorful names associated with the our public image. However, the further a Jedi gets from the core and his accountability, the more susceptible a being may be to the darkside. That's were I come in. The council sends me to pick up the pieces of questionable Jedi activities. It is not a popular job, but someone has to do it; and well. That is me. It the Jedi were Cor-Sec, I would be Internal Affairs. 4. Aghast "Women...and children?" Master Windu inquired to be sure of my words. His hands were clasped firmly behind his back. I could see the white of his flesh due to the intense pressure. “Yes, Master,” I replied, solemnly. “The slaughter of the Tusken village is common knowledge among the rabble who inhabit the spaceport. The most damning evidence is that the bodies were-” “Yes, Byma, you already told me about the lightsaber burns? Are you so eager to see one of our own condemned?” “I have done what you asked, Master,” I answered, soberly. “The next steps are for you and the Council to decided.” As a I left his chamber, I could hear Master Windu say, under his breath: "Women and children.” 5. Aforetime I bet you are wondering how I got this job. This job no one in their right Jedi mind would want. Well, the answer is quite simple. I was a dirty Jedi. Not Sithly like Skywalker is turning out to be, but I was materialistic. Jedi are not supposed to want things. I wanted nice things. Designer clothing, high end accessories, secret getaways in the outer and inner rim. How did I afford such a lavish secret life? I mentioned the outer rim, right? Hutts and other nasty types. Nothing serious. Some smuggling here, kidnapping there, and worst of all, I stole stuff. Big stuff. Expensive stuff. Jedi skills can get one in and out of the tightest of spots time and again. Until the time it doesn't and Master Windu blasts you with his furious anger and flips you like a Correllian flapjack.