STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- Learner

"Starting to feel mildly claustrophobic, but otherwise better than I was before..."

"Alright, let's go..."

With the pirates having pulled back, the Last Chance is elevated back up to the surface docks. Stepping out of the ship, Quinn hands you a rough leather cloak, since your robes were burned up during the fight.

Myraline is overseeing an examination of the pirate transport that you fought against earlier. Droids have escorted off the Pirate Leader and human officers are checking out the ship.

"Are you well, Padawan?" Myraline asks, looking at you with a smile.

"I'm fine." Rianna says, warily glancing at the pirate ship. "What do we do next?"

"The Beseedrans can handle their situation," Myraline says. "Their battle droids are more than a match for the pirates, and I would be surprised if the pirates kept this up. Chairman Kavell has thanked us for our participation in the fight, of course.

"All that remains is for us to return to Coruscant with Senator Palpatine to report our findings."

A short distance away, the large man aptly labeled the Walking Weapon is watching you, his arms folded across his chest.

"That's all? I don't like it, there has to be more..." Rianna says, noticing Mr. Walking Weapon watching her. "And I want to know exactly who or what he is."

Myraline ganders over at Mr. Walking Weapon.

"I'm not sure, Rianna," Myraline says. "But soon it won't be relevant. There is nothing more to our assignment on Beseedra."

Rianna sighs.

"If you say so...but I still think there's more than simply this. Shouldn't we at least see what that pirate has to say, and find out where they're coming from?"

"Padawan, I am touched by your eagerness to help, but... that would be overstepping our mandate as simple diplomatic escorts. If Beseedra required Jedi assistance against the pirates, it would be granted. Now... we should get back to the ship. Our work is done here."

"I suppose you are right. I just think it feels half-finished."

"Eager to help, are we?" Myraline says.

Shortly after, Chairman Kavell arrives at the scene, accompanied by Senator Palpatine.

"Many apologies, Senator," Kavell says. "Your life would not have been endangered had we informed Naboo of the pirate threat. The fault is mine."

"Nonsense, Chairman!" Palpatine croons. "I apologize for thinking ill of our Beseedran brothers! I am sure King Veruna will be eager to assist you in your plight."

"As your Jedi accomplices can tell you, we have the situation well under control."

"I simply thought that we'd be doing more here..." Rianna says quietly to Myraline, as Kavell comes out with Palpatine. She says nothing in reply to Kavell's comment, still mildly annoyed with the injuries she had gotten in the fight.

With Palpatine delivered to you, Kavell says his farewells and Myraline announces that it is time to go. The Senator, his Jedi protectors, and the pilot all return to the starfreighter in order to take off.

"I must make contact with the Council," Myraline says. "I will only be a moment."

She secludes herself in Quinn's quarters. Quinn goes to start up the take-off procedures. This leaves you alone with Senator Palpatine, who studies you from a couch in the lounge area.

"You are frustrated, young one," he says.

"I am. I...was not exactly expecting things to go as they did." Rianna replies, fidgeting a bit from both being restless and generally not very comfortable with people.

"You should be proud! I heard you fought valiantly against those pirate fiends!"

Rianna fidgets more, becoming even more uncomfortable and a bit embarrassed.

"The fight...it could have gone better." she says.

"You are still young, Rianna," Palpatine says. "You will become more skilled with time. Practice makes perfect, you know!"

He gives one of his warm grandfatherly smiles.

"I suppose you are correct, Senator." Rianna replies.

Myraline emerges from Quinn's quarters a short time later.

"Rianna, may I speak with you?" Myraline asks.

"Of course." Rianna replies, wondering what she might want to talk to her about.

Myraline ushers you into Quinn's quarters, which are unkempt and well lived-in, with an elaborate wooden desk, a gun rack, a bed with a thick bantha-leather blanket, and clothes and papers strewn everywhere.

"I have been in touch with the Jedi Council," Myraline says. "They have another assignment for us, while we are in this part of space."