The Disappearance of Nyarchagga

Brin’tac awoke with his heart pounding in his chest. He looked over at the empty bed next to him and let his despair rush out in great sobs. Once more the nightmare stole his rest.

Slowly, he walked to the refresher and washed and brushed his fur. Each day his morning routine became more automatic and pointless. In the 4 months since his family had been taken, he had only had a few leads as to their whereabouts; each ending in a dead end. He was beginning to lose hope.

He walked into the dining area and ate his breakfast prepared by the servant droids. How he missed his wife’s cooking! He glanced around his house and remembered the sounds, the noises, the smells….

The com unit beeped and interrupted his musings.

“Hello.” he muttered.

“Hello? Is this Councilor Kyen’tir?”

“Yes. How may I help you?”

“This is Din Yalda, head of personnel at Sra’akyin Electronics. Is your friend Nyarchagga there? He was supposed to report in over 30 minutes ago. He is helping us with a special project. I hope he is alright.”

“I’m sorry, but he isn’t here.” Brin’tac punched a few buttons on the console in front of him. “According to my servants, he left over an hour ago. If he returns, I will certainly have him call you immediately.”

“Thank you, Councilor.”

Brin’tac pressed the ‘off ‘ button and sat down at the dining room table. Nyarchagga had been doing odd jobs for various computer companies since Brin’tac, Satchel, and Master Lo had freed him from Zorba the Hutt’s service 3 months prior. Yet, in all that time, he had never once reported late for a job. An uneasy feeling settled in his stomach.

The Cerean Jedi Master Jin Tai Lo and his human Padawan Satchel Paige entered the room, both dressed in typical brown Jedi robes.

“Brin’tac, my friend. Is everything alright?” The Jedi Master asked, concern etched in his face.

“Yes, Master Lo. Thank you,” Brin’tac replied. “I’m sure it’s nothing. How did your visit to the Jedi Temple on Corescant fare?”

Master Lo sat in the chair across the table from Brin’tac “Be at ease, my friend. The Council has asked me to continue to assist you in your search for your family. They believe that it may be possible, although unlikely, that someone may have stumbled upon a Sith Holocron crystal and are using the information it contains to impersonate a Sith Lord. Although many Holocrons have been destroyed, there may still be a few around. Even one could cause the rebirth of the Sith. Any leads of this nature must be taken most seriously.”

Brin’tac nodded. “Did any of the Jedi know of any leads we might follow?”

Jin Tai Lo sat back and steepled his fingers. “None as of yet. However, I spoke personally with the Twi’lek Jedi Master Anoon Bondara and his Padawan Darsha Assant as well as Master Qui-Gon Jinn and his Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi. Both pairs are aware of our situation and will be alert for possible leads. Master Bondara in particular thinks he may have a possible lead for us and will let us know further details after his current mission to Uba IV is over.”

As the Jedi finished speaking, the com chirped again. This time the call came from the guardhouse.

“Councilor Kyen’tir, I’m sorry to disturb you. There is a Wee-quay here to see you. He claims it is of vital importance.”

Brin’tac looked puzzled. “Is he armed?”

“Yes, sir. But he is willing to relinquish his weapons if he is allowed to see you. He says it has something to do with Computer Specialist Nyarchagga.”

Brin’tac’s fur stood on end in alarm. “Please, escort him in.”

A minute later, the front door to the house opened and the 4 Bothan guards surrounded a rough looking Wee-quay. He was dressed in typical garb for a smuggler/soldier, including light armor, Ronto leather pants and boots, and a light shirt. As most Wee-quay, he was bald except for a single braid down his back.

Brin’tac heard a muffled cough behind him and turned slightly, grinning. Satchel was covering his nose and gagging, unprepared for the smell of Wee-quay pheromones. Brin’tac turned back to the visitor and began to welcome him when the Wee-quay spoke in a low, gravely voice, “Is Nyarchagga still here?”

Brin’tac suppressed his distaste at the visitor’s lack of protocol and replied, “No, he is not. May I help you?”

The Wee-quay ignored the question. “Do you know where he is? He is in grave danger.”

Brin’tac looked at the Wee-quay suspiciously. “If you would like to leave a message, I will give it him when he returns.”

The visitor looked at Brin’tac carefully, then slowly nodded. “I see. It is as I feared. I’m too late. Kal-faj already has him!”

The End

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