In the bushes a small black object floated monitoring her progress. A small probe used to track and find prey that was the norm by many intelligence or policing forces on many words in the galaxy hovered in the air sending a signal back to Lynch. Inside his ship the Sith Master looked on with a grin on his face as he saw the dead body of the beast, the probe turned then detecting movement, the screen showed something sharp moving and then the picture vanished.

Smiling and not letting his grin vanish the Sith took out a gold and silver designed flute that had several designs etched upon it, putting it to his lips a music dark and forebidding began to echo throughout the ship.

Upon the planet the small black probe dropped to the ground, a huge gash in its body, sparks and wisps of smoke gently rose to the mornings sky.