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Fareema smiled. “A homing beacon? For what? Only Force users will know where I am and my astromech isn’t here to call for help. I left them with Ocelie.”

Casten had her ship, which had stealth capabilities. Unless they had detectors, he should approach unseen. A trained Shadow shouldn’t have any troubles, either.

“Force users like your children.” She pointed out “Even if it was a physical tracker I’ve spent enough time with my father to know his force signature. And the fact that it’s coming in this direction tells me you’re a beacon.”

Fareema was silent for a few moments. “I told Casten not to bring him until I was sure of your intentions.”

She sighed, that was just like her son. They would find a way around this.

“Intentions?” She asked “Do you think I wanted you to find me, follow me? My intentions have nothing to do with our family, and I would rather you not stick around.”

She looked back down to the data pad in her hand “Your also lucky that I found you before we got to our destination, if I hadn’t I would have had to kill you and I don’t think either of us would enjoy that.”

Fareema smiled. “A homing beacon? For what? Only Force users will know where I am and my astromech isn’t here to call for help. I left them with Ocelie.”

Casten had her ship, which had stealth capabilities. Unless they had detectors, he should approach unseen. A trained Shadow shouldn’t have any troubles, either.

“Force users like your children.” She pointed out “Even if it was a physical tracker I’ve spent enough time with my father to know his force signature. And the fact that it’s coming in this direction tells me you’re a beacon.”

“Did dad send you?” She asked turning the clothes she wore were a dark First Order uniform.

Fareema backed up. The answer was yes, but no words were leaving her mouth. She was trying to hold back tears and failing. She climbed back into the crate, shaking. Her thoughts were running out of control, going down so many different paths and none of them were good, mostly saying that she was going to die here.

Casten was reaching for her, she could sense his concern through their bond, so she closed herself off to it and all the other bonds. She curled up in the crate and closed her eyes to wait this out.

“Answer me!” She yelled “I know you know the answer.” Haria walked among the crates as if stocking the other Chiss.

She tossed a few crates around the shipping dock, spilling the contents of New Republic blasters all over the deck. Frustrated searching for her Aunt she went back to looking at manifests, strategizing for her next move.

“I’m too old for this,” Fareema muttered. Her panic was finally starting to subside. She opened herself back up to the Force. Once she had confirmation that her son was on his way, she slipped out of her hiding place and looked around. Reaching out to the other side of the room with the Force, she loudly moved one of the blasters. At least now she had her telekinesis a little more under control between the efforts of Casten and Ezra Bridger.

Turning her stealth field generator on, she quickly moved towards an exit point.

Pressing a button on her data pad Haria locked the doors. “Your distractions won’t work. Sooner or later I will find you.”

Haria paced back and forth among the rows of crates looking for signs of life. She stopped in front of the crate Fareema had been hiding in.

She chuckled, “I didn’t realize he sent you. Bit ironic. Say did he send anyone else for the welcoming committee?”

“Your uncle sent me,” half lie. At least until she determined what it was Haria wanted. She was still in stealth though, constantly moving although throwing her voice so it seemed like she was in one spot. “He wanted to find out if this was a threat to the Ascendancy. For his own reasons, of course. My oldest daughter also asked for the Ascendancy’s sake. Ocelie, remember her?”

“The Ascendancy doesn’t need to worry.” She said walking in the direction she heard the voice. She ignored the question and thought for a minute “No they didn’t send you to investigate they sent you as a homing beacon.”

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“Did dad send you?” She asked turning the clothes she wore were a dark First Order uniform.

Fareema backed up. The answer was yes, but no words were leaving her mouth. She was trying to hold back tears and failing. She climbed back into the crate, shaking. Her thoughts were running out of control, going down so many different paths and none of them were good, mostly saying that she was going to die here.

Casten was reaching for her, she could sense his concern through their bond, so she closed herself off to it and all the other bonds. She curled up in the crate and closed her eyes to wait this out.

“Answer me!” She yelled “I know you know the answer.” Haria walked among the crates as if stocking the other Chiss.

She tossed a few crates around the shipping dock, spilling the contents of New Republic blasters all over the deck. Frustrated searching for her Aunt she went back to looking at manifests, strategizing for her next move.

“I’m too old for this,” Fareema muttered. Her panic was finally starting to subside. She opened herself back up to the Force. Once she had confirmation that her son was on his way, she slipped out of her hiding place and looked around. Reaching out to the other side of the room with the Force, she loudly moved one of the blasters. At least now she had her telekinesis a little more under control between the efforts of Casten and Ezra Bridger.

Turning her stealth field generator on, she quickly moved towards an exit point.

Pressing a button on her data pad Haria locked the doors. “Your distractions won’t work. Sooner or later I will find you.”

Haria paced back and forth among the rows of crates looking for signs of life. She stopped in front of the crate Fareema had been hiding in.

She chuckled, “I didn’t realize he sent you. Bit ironic. Say did he send anyone else for the welcoming committee?”

“Did dad send you?” She asked turning the clothes she wore were a dark First Order uniform.

Fareema backed up. The answer was yes, but no words were leaving her mouth. She was trying to hold back tears and failing. She climbed back into the crate, shaking. Her thoughts were running out of control, going down so many different paths and none of them were good, mostly saying that she was going to die here.

Casten was reaching for her, she could sense his concern through their bond, so she closed herself off to it and all the other bonds. She curled up in the crate and closed her eyes to wait this out.

“Answer me!” She yelled “I know you know the answer.” Haria walked among the crates as if stocking the other Chiss.

She tossed a few crates around the shipping dock, spilling the contents of New Republic blasters all over the deck. Frustrated searching for her Aunt she went back to looking at manifests, strategizing for her next move.

“Did dad send you?” She asked turning the clothes she wore were a dark First Order uniform.

“The one I ordered from home.” He sat down on one of crates surrounding him.”I’m feeling impatient I guess.” He then mumbled “that and it’s been 10 rotations.”

“Hmm.” She pulled up a list on her implants. “Maybe it got mixed up with someone else’s?”

“No it wouldn’t have my Cousin is supposed to be dropping it off. That and it would be a Hutt sanctioned crate.” He chuckled “At least that’s what he said it would be in, I wouldn’t be suprised if he actually put it in a Republic sanctioned crate easier to slip past security.”

Fareema nodded. “So now I know what to look for, okay. Veetoo, run a search for Hutt or Republic crates.”

“Thanks Veetoo.” Eli said “Did you get all of your crates? I think I may have seen one on top of the stack for the Chimera’s troops.”

“The one I ordered from home.” He sat down on one of crates surrounding him.”I’m feeling impatient I guess.” He then mumbled “that and it’s been 10 rotations.”

“Hmm.” She pulled up a list on her implants. “Maybe it got mixed up with someone else’s?”

“No it wouldn’t have my Cousin is supposed to be dropping it off. That and it would be a Hutt sanctioned crate.” He chuckled “At least that’s what he said it would be in, I wouldn’t be suprised if he actually put it in a Republic sanctioned crate easier to slip past security.”

“The one I ordered from home.” He sat down on one of crates surrounding him.”I’m feeling impatient I guess.” He then mumbled “that and it’s been 10 rotations.”

He swallowed finding it hard to talk. Running his fingers through his gray hair he spoke quietly “Haria, she she’s been missing for two weeks.”

Fareema went quiet. “We will find her,” she said, contacting her informant network via her implants to start a search. No stone would be left unturned, both the Ascendancy and surrounding regions as well as the now New Republic.

“What..” Eli trailed off unable to finish.

Though he wasn’t force sensitive there was a sense of creeping dread that his daughter was gone.

She placed a hand on his arm. “We will find her. I have Houses Ulazrec and Aksnes searching, along with some Families. Bounty hunters and a network of Force users, including my own son, are looking too.”

“Thank you.” Eli feigned a smile “Sometimes I get ideas in my head and can’t let go of them.”

He swallowed finding it hard to talk. Running his fingers through his gray hair he spoke quietly “Haria, she she’s been missing for two weeks.”

Fareema went quiet. “We will find her,” she said, contacting her informant network via her implants to start a search. No stone would be left unturned, both the Ascendancy and surrounding regions as well as the now New Republic.

“What..” Eli trailed off unable to finish.

Though he wasn’t force sensitive there was a sense of creeping dread that his daughter was gone.