My name is Besh.

I am on Corellia. It is night, and everything is dark where I am.

I am in the Zone. A flicker of flame, I see the star destroyer falling onto the City. I banish the sight. I've already seen it. There is no need for it.

It is here It is here It is here

I can't make sense of the message. But it isn't the first time.

There is movement. It is quick, but I up the resolution and filter through the spectrum until it's clearer.

I CAN FEEL IT

I almost trip. The thing disappears, and I step back into the shadows of a still ruined building, and am gone.

What is it?

It is here. I do not know. But it is. Markers, scraps of code. Familiar.

Here there is no form. It's always dark. But it is darker than anything else around it. It speaks in words, images, sounds. When my eyes are still open, it is like two images into the world are there like a view out of a starship. Then I can see the light reflecting off of it but it's still black. I think of a wind, and it doesn't feel so cloistered. It moves back and forth, but it doesn't; it's an impression, it is unsure and its code flits back and forth over data as if it is mulling something.

This could be dangerous you know

Be aware. It is near.

Images start flying around me. It doesn't bother me. I barely pay them any attention. I can hear voices down the street. Holocamera footage is pulled from around me and filtered and I ignore it. I'm not here for holocamera footage.

I float out a bit so that I'm more out than in and I make sure I'm not marked.

Knight Vissica prowling and searching the city. Knight Alexia walking out of the communications suite, pale. She'd been speaking with the Knight-General.

Atrapes made me shiver too. Even it doesn't linger too long on Atrapes. For some reason it stutters, flickering like a bad signal before picking up speed again.

It stops. A woman walking down a street. The image blurs, as if it were about to skip, and then it stops and replays.

I emerge completely, and walk out of the ruined building. If it is intent on figuring out what ever is bothering it, I won't get any answers.

"Possible mark," I murmur, picking up resolution again. A man and a woman walking down the street. Quick, nervous. Natural. They don't look around. Unnatural. A hex pattern appears on my clothing and with a ripple light bends around me. I watch them. I don't need to move. I mark them. Gait. facial features. Holocamera focuses on them as they walk by. I start to rip the feed, but something goes wrong with the data. It's corrupted.

I stop, and grip the DL-18 in my jacket.

Do not engage, Agent. Only watch.