Grey Mantis (Remi's Ship)
Remi reviewed the data chip and cross-referenced the files with other sources. Records of Jedi, their species, ages, training, and weaknesses were sent from Tython to some unknown location. The data collected for years gave someone extremely good intel on the kind of forces the Jedi could raise and how quickly. Remi stared open mouthed at the information about the Jedi Council, their members, and their decisions, information not even she had been privy to. She saw detailed information about herself, her crew, Lord Scourge, and everything they had ever done. The worst part was at the end, two hundred padawan killed in the past decade, all deemed accidents, all linked to the woman who had once called herself matriarch. Remi shut off her datapad and plotted a course to Tython. Kolovish had been right about one thing, her future had been difficult.
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Tython
Kolovish surveyed the path to her tower. No one could approach her from a distance, she was safe from the primitive Flesh raiders and while she was vulnerable to a long ranged weapon, the Jedi would not think to use them and no one, not even her own people, suspected that she was a threat.
She heard a whisper of sound and felt a sharp pain in her arm, but when she looked, she saw nothing.
An insect, she thought, not noticing the tiny dart that had fallen to the floor.
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"Kolovish led our people here and while our first years were hard, we made friends, and grew in number, and found a way of life that we all loved." The matriarch looked around at the assembled clan and Jedi who had gathered to pay their respects. "I will miss her council, her wisdom, and her certainty of purpose."
The others assembled left tokens of remembrance on the box that held their former leader. A few Jedi stepped forward to share stories of lighting the beacons along the path to her tower. To everyone's surprise Kolovish had made arrangements for her final ceremony to be performed on Ryloth in case of her death. Out of respect, the Jedi arranged a transport to carry her offworld.
The captain of the transport ship a small woman who seemed to speak mostly in Huttese curses waited for a few Jedi and Twi'lek men to load the woman's casket onto the shuttle. A Mirialan Padawan stopped to admire her pilot's uniform.
"Bsha! Boska!" She snapped at him and they shuffled quickly up the ramp.
They watched the shuttle take off quickly and soon the orbital station reported that the transport ship had jumped to hyperspace.
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Grey Mantis
Remi quickly erased her tracks in the Jedi Temple's databanks. She silently apologized to T7 for hijacking his subroutines to change Kolovish's will. She prepped the adrenal stim and hurried to the woman's casket. It had been less than forty-eight hours but she did not want to take any chances. The stims worked quickly and soon the elderly Twi'lek was waking up.
"Where am I?" She demanded imperiously when she found her hands and feet shackled. "What's going on?"
"Hello, Kolovish." She said from behind her faceless helmet to the woman who had been responsible for the death of countless Jedi and Padawan. "My employer would like to ask you a few questions." The woman had just enough time to register fear before she was darted again, this time a simple sedative.
Remi checked her restraints and plotted a course for Nar Shaddaa. She hoped she would never have to see Tython again.