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    "No one," he gasped, his breath quickening. For a moment he closed his mouth and grit his teeth, staring intensely at her. "No thing. No --"

    Foam started to bubble out of his mouth and his body began convulsing.

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    Draiya could see his light going out before the outward symptoms began to manifest. Poison came the thought, electric with immediacy. The Padawan lay her hands on him as the convulsing intensified, working through the Force to will his body to fight the lethal dose he'd given himself. But the poison was too effective, and despite Draiya's efforts, she could only forestall the inevitable. The mystery suspect gave a gargled death rattle, and his head rolled to the side. In those last few seconds, Draiya concentrated with all her might, peering into the man's last thoughts, trying to capture anything and everything before his living energy joined the whole around them.

    It felt like failure, but that was small thinking, and Draiya knew it. As she tried to make sense of the last moments, she fumbled for her communicator.

    "Masterr."

    She panted, gulped, and looked down at his macabre dead eyes. Draiya eased her hand down to coax the eyelids shut.

    "Something's happened."

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    "Just a moment, please." Serena excused herself from the conference table and moved to the side of the room to take Draiya's commcall while the Sullustian representatives studied datapads.

    "I can sense turmoil," she said to her Padawan. "What is going on?"


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    "I..."

    Her words cut off breathlessly as she blinked, parsing disjointed thoughts and imagery she couldn't quite yet understand.

    "Therre was a man...he...I saw him. He rran. I caught him, but he..."

    Draiya looked around with concern. The chase had become a death scene, and if there hadn't been a crowd before, one was forming now.

    "He's dead."

    But that wasn't all. Not at all. The jumble of intentions and firing neurons at the last moments of the man's life lay in front of her like a puzzle. It was all she had. There wasn't much to make of it yet, but there was one matter that her instincts shouted back that seemed clear.

    "Masterr he's not alone. Therre's someone else."

    At the man's belt, Draiya saw a device. It wasn't a communicator or anything with conventional use. It was a simple switch, connected to a transmitter.

    "They'rre trrying to bomb the building."

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    "How do you know this?" Serena looked over to the conference table where the Sullustians were finally having a dialogue, rather than conflicting monologues. "Check him for identification or any other clues as to where he came from or who he represents."

    She turned to the door and waved in a guard, writing the words check perimeter for explosives on a piece of flimsy and handing it to him. His large, wet eyes widened, and he hurried out into the hallway.

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    Draiya heard her master's words, and the command seemed perfectly prudent, save for the fact that somehow she knew they were out of time. That fleeting feeling of dark intention that was ebbing away from her senses with the dead man's fading living force, she felt a shadow of that same emotion, distant and indistinct, but on the precipice. Her feelings screamed at her, and Draiya took off the way she came.

    "Get out of the way! Move!!"

    Bursting into a sprint, the padawan abandoned subtlety, letting her voice carry as loud as she could manage at a full run. She veered into oncoming pedestrians, fanning her arms wide to catch their attention and to prevent them from milling close to the building she was approaching.

    "Get away frrom therre!"

    The feeling of an approaching shatterpoint occupied every fiber of her instinct, and Draiya felt that she'd arrive too late. Dropping to her knees, she screwed her eyes shut and drove a singular thought and experience outward like an icepick into every receptive mind she could see in the street, to fill their senses with an impending terror. The edifice of the government building split in a spiderweb of shearing concrete, a growling rumble of earth and structure shaking everything surrounding as the building began a sudden and inexorable collapse into an expanding cloud of dust and debris. The Syragori Padawan grit her teeth as she pushed this pure sense of threat and danger into every living thing surrounding her like she was the embodiment of the bomb she sought to prevent. The only thing that wavered her concentration was the crescendo sound of shouting, screaming, and the thundering of thousands of feet. A rush of pedestrians stormed past her, desperate to flee the collapsing building they thought they saw.

    Unable to keep up the deluge, Draiya's sensitive connection to living energy began to turn back upon her, and the wind of fear she'd created became a whirlwind. She rose to her feet to get out of the way, only to be bowled over by a few fleeing Sullustans who knocked her hard to the pavement where she struck her head with enough force to explode into stars. Dazed and now bloodied, Draiya feebly began to collect herself after the tumultuous evacuation, only for the outer retaining wall of the building ahead of her to explode for real this time - sending everything into the black.

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    A Few Hours Later...

    The negotiations had been postponed for a few days, and the two Jedi had been confined to their guest quarters for their safety. The Sullustians were conducting their investigations into the tragic bombing and had promised to keep Serena appraised of their progress, while also shutting her out as completely as possible. Still, she wasn't without her ways.

    "The official word is that it was a Sullustian with a thermal detonator.." Serena cracked another coldpac and handed it to her padawan to replace the lukewarm one she'd been using for her head. "As far as our security knows the government is dismissing the man you tracked down as unrelated to what they're framing as a domestic terror incident."

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