Can't do as much description of alien races yet, that's in a couple more parts. I'll try and do more. Sorry for the short chapter. Note: Holoproj is slang for Holoprojector.
I stood up shakily, hand on my chest. Melding into the threads that described how I saw the Force, I looked down every thread, searching for a clue. Then it came. All I knew for certain, was that whatever the pain had been caused by was not yet done, but I would feel no more than pangs of despair with whatever events.
I walked towards the seceratary's desk.
"Cancel any appointment I had with the Prime Minister. Give him my deepest sympaties, but... an issue has come up." I said to him.
"But, sir..." he replied, a bit uncertain.
"This is Jedi business, you need no other explanation." I said curtly.
"Bu- Of course, Master Jedi." he replied.
I turned to leave, as his business-class comlink chirped. He made the connection to his console, and read the text. To my suprise, he called to me.
"Master Narin... it's your group. They need you back at the ship. There's nothing else."
I wondered about this for a moment, then put it aside, still consumed with curiosity about that pain in the Force. I shuffled into the city streets, melting into the crowd. I made for my ship.
But it was quite pointless. My little group of troops were standing in the crowd of humaniods. I shifted my position in the crowd, so that its flow would carry me to them.
I approached, then saw Darin's tiny holoproj light up. A hooded man said to him that fatal phrase, that made me shudder even years later.
"Execute Order Sixty-Six."
And I suddenly knew where that Force-pain had come from.
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