Shadows of the Republic: The Underground
Memories... A river of time, flowing from the future to the present and then into the past...
Padawan Serena Laran leaned back at her desk, rubbing her temples with her fingertips. A datapad slipped off the pile in front of her, crashing to the floor, starting a chain reaction that scattered 'pads containing youngling profiles all over the ground.
She gritted her teeth in contained frustration, before relaxing her shoulders, closing her eyes and exhaling slowly. Peace. Her commlink buzzed, and she floated it to her hand with the Force.
"Yes?"
"Padawan, meet me in Senator Do'lek's rooms at the Senate as soon as possible," The gravely voice of Thalios Dremmel, her master, came through the small hand held communication device. As usual he did not bother with pleasantries or small talk. The Twi'leki junior senator from Ryloth was not who the Jedi diplomat was supposed to be working with, so Serena raised her eyebrows.
But she merely said, "Of course. I will be there as soon as possible." The transmission ended and she sighed, looking down at the mess in front of her. With a sharp movement the 'pads were shoved into an uneven pile on the polished wood floor, and the padawan was drawing on her cloak and leaving the room.