Mark woke up slowly, feeling more rested than
he had in days. The sun coming through the window
told him it was midmorning. Laying there peacefully
in bed, he figured he had been asleep for about
twelve hours. The memories of the prior day came
back slowly and Mark's senses told him there was
another person besides Dunford up and about in the
Master Roste. Jedi Master Roste. Since he did not
remember waking up in the middle of the night,
Dunford must have slept as well, or if there had
been any crisis, Master Roste had not felt the need
to awaken him.
His stomach rumbled, reminding him of Jorad's ill
manners at not feeding him. He threw off the covers
and got dressed, staring at his Imperial uniform
hanging in the closet for a few moments before
deciding to don civilian clothes. He was still
officially on shore leave and he felt throwing his
Imperial connections into Master Roste's face would
damage his chances of finding out what this was all
Another object was grabbed from his meager supplies.
Caf. He felt a great need for a cup of caf, but one
that he knew was not drugged. Thus armed, he left
his room and went to the small kitchen, prepping the
caf machine and then starting a pot brewing. Soon,
the smell of brewing caf began to fill the beach
He grabbed three mugs and washed them out. He was
not sure if Dunford was awake, but he was pretty
sure the smell of caf would lure Master Roste into
the kitchen where they could continue the
conversation of the night before. He wondered at his
willingness to talk to Master Roste about the
whipping he had endured at the High Inquisitor's
hand. This was something he was not willing to even
talk to Dunford about.
He smiled wryly as he watched the caf brew, perhaps
it was because he trusted the man, even if all his
oaths and duties demanded otherwise. In his youth,
Master Roste had been a refuge and sanctuary from
the rest of the world he had been forced into. The
upcoming conversation was certain be to interesting.
Kerr was in the middle of administering another
round of healing to Dunford when he smelled the
telltale sign of caf brewing, which was a good sign
that Mark was in good spirits, or just desperate for
some caf. Dunford was responding well to his
unorthodox treatment, his body healing at a much
faster pace, and in many areas the scabbing was
already fully formed. It shouldn't be too much
longer before the man would wake, but hopefully not
before he could get some private discussion with
Veller. There was so much he needed to say and
As he pulled away from Dunford, a glint of light
caught his eye and his attention was directed
towards the hilt of Jorad's lightsaber resting on
the nightstand. Apparently Mark had left it there
after they both carried Dunford into bed. It was
perhaps best if the Jedi took this for safe keeping.
The weapon was slipped under his attire and clipped
to his belt to hang beside his own lightsaber hilt.
The door was quietly opened and closed as not to
disturb Dunford before Kerr joined Mark in the
kitchen. "Are you a caf connoisseur?" He said with a
warm smile as he took a seat upon a stool at the
"Your friend is mending nicely and is still asleep.
His body needed a bit more time it seems. I will
need to periodically continue his treatments, as
long as you approve of course." Kerr was still going
to need to dance carefully over thin ice here, but
he hoped Veller would slowly but surely see the
merit in what he does, and eventually have a more
favorable view of Jedi.
Mark smiled at the question about caf, noting the
perfect timing of arrival upon completion of the
brewing cycle, "Actually, yes, and I have you to
blame for it, Master Roste," he poured a cup of caf
for himself and Kerr, selecting one of the mugs and
taking a sip from it. He closed his eyes in a moment
of pleasure, his systems recharging. "I seem to
remember you introducing a boy of nine to it and
laughing at my reaction, then stating it would grow
on me." He raised his mug in salute to Kerr, then
took another sip before gesturing to the mug he had
poured for Kerr, "My own blend, and guaranteed to be
drug free. You tell me if I am worthy of the lofty
title caf connoisseur."
Mark took another sip of his caf, "The Head Chef has
been trying out caf combinations on me. Yesterday he
used one from Onderon. If it had not been for that
reminder, I probably would not have recognized you.
That and the way you took down Inquisitor Jorad. It
was the last thing you taught me," Mark said, biting
back the reminder of Master Roste's leaving.
Setting his mug down, "As for Lieutenant Dunford,
yes, please. I am sure the Lieutenant appreciates
not having to go into a bacta tank." Mark was about
to make some comment about not having to explain it
to the High Inquisitor, but thought it best to not
mention that bantha in the room quite yet.
"Talk to me while I fix something to eat. For some
reason I am leery of ordering room service," he
smiled slightly as he buried himself with fixing
some breakfast from the supplies in the kitchen.
Once Mark brought up their fond shared past, Kerr's
eyes wavered with warm recollection of the good
times. But along with the pleasant memories and
nostalgia followed the grief and ache of what had
happened. Yun's eyes fell to the mug before him, his
sorrowful gaze drifted into the deep brown liquid
that reflected a soft bittersweet smile in its murky
fluid. After a moment of silent remembrance, he
lifted the mug to his lips and sampled the
exquisitely brewed caf. A soft sigh of fulfillment
followed and the man took a second eager sip quickly
after the first with another content exhale
afterwards. "It's marvelous, Mark. Thank you." The
pleasant brew was doing much to sooth his concerns
and he was also strengthened by the apparent regard
Mark had for him. Kerr appeared to have been a good
influence on the other for which the Jedi was
immensely relieved. Yun-Jai sat the mug down but
would absently continue to savor the beverage while
he spoke. "Well, I believe I should start by
honoring your request from last night. Just be
warned though, it might be a bit confusing ... and
strange. Don't be ashamed to ask further questions."
Kerr paused to take another greedy sip of the caf to
shore up his courage before he sighed and nodded
sincerely. "Everything in the galaxy is connected by
an unseen energy that is shared with and between all
creatures and all matter. This living energy is
comprised of the past, the present and the future of
all things. The vast majority of beings living in
the galaxy cannot see, or hear or touch this energy,
but it tethers them to existence all the same.
Rarely, there will be those born with the ability to
sense and use this energy. There have been many
names for it throughout the eons, but it is commonly
known as the Force for those that follow ... the
Jedi path." There was a notable pause as Kerr
mentioned the Jedi Order in passing, a bit of sorrow
could not be helped for its destruction. Another sip
of caf was taken before he continued. "The Force has
a will, it is not a passive entity and it has a
dichotomy to its nature. For those that desire a
righteous purpose, it will grant compassion and
peace. This is referred to as the light side of the
Force. For those that desire selfish control and
command, it will grant vicious power and malice.
This is known as the dark side of the Force."
Eyes finally drifted up from the mug to glance to
Mark. "You ask me why Inquisitor Jorad and I risked
such calamity to reach you. You are one of the rare
individuals that has the capability of grasping the
Force. As for Jorad, I assume he wished to control
you for his own dire purposes. But as for me ... I
wish to free you from a life of despair. Those that
allow the dark side to control them will suffer
unfortunate fates. It is a cruel and unforgiving
master and once one receives its gifts, it does not
easily give up those it enslaves."
Mark moved around the kitchen, coming up with a
hearty but simple, nutritious breakfast. He listened
intently to Kerr's words. The Force. An energy field
that connected people. And he was able to tap and
use that energy. Mark actually felt his universe
settle a little bit. Tiny questions of why he had
survived and others had not answered themselves.
His eyes had narrowed slightly at the mention of the
dark side but he did not interrupt. He had
questions, but they could wait until another
question was answered.
He was silent for a bit after Kerr finished, putting
the final touches on breakfast, thinking on what
Kerr had said. Putting a plate in front of Kerr and
topping off his caf, Mark asked, "Did you know I
could do this when you were teaching me?"
Kerr welcomed the plate of food and the caf refill
earnestly, admiring the speed in which it had been
prepared. It smelled delicious, but he waited for
the other to take a seat out of polite etiquette
before he started to sample the breakfast offering.
Eyes that were bright with delight and optimism
dulled into a solemn gleam after Mark asked his next
question. "Yes ... yes I did." The utensil he was
using was placed carefully upon the rim of the plate
before he interlaced his hands in an uneasy way.
"Which is also why I had to leave you when I did.
You see..." He took a shallow breath before his gaze
fell to his plate with remorse. "...at that time, I
was being hunted by the Inquisitorius..." Kerr
paused as his wrung his hands once, this was a
painful memory to acknowledge and discuss, but he
realized its importance.
"...if you were caught with me, your fate would have
been appalling. If they did not recognize your
potential, you would have likely died a slow death
and I would have been forced to watch. That is ... a
common technique to ... break Jedi." He said softly,
his voice nearly trembled with harrowing discomfort.
"I ... I couldn't risk it, I had to leave abruptly
to protect you." His eyes closed with an emotional
weariness, this conversation was demoralizing the
Jedi, and his agony was unmistaken. "If they
discovered your potential, being as young as you
were, you would have been sent to the Citadel for
training. Not many live through that, but those are
the lucky ones, they died before they were twisted
and corrupted." His words were a near whisper now,
and sorrowful eyes opened to gander at the meal
prepared with a diminished appetite.
Mark smiled a slight sad smile, "That technique to
break people is not reserved for just Jedi," he said
softly. He sighed and pushed away his plate of food,
"You have been truthful with me, And while I have
some more questions, I feel I have something I must
tell you first."
Mark looked up at his old mentor, his eyes shadowed.
It was an interesting thing, he reflected, at how
different it was to be addressed by his name and not
his rank. High Inquisitor Thanor had never addressed
him as "Mark," always keeping to rank. The man,
sitting across from him at the kitchen island, he
realized, had another claim on him. One that
demanded he tell Master Roste what the High
Inquisitor had done to him, and perhaps, more
importantly, what he had done to himself because of
it. "I am not sure where to begin, but I am sure you
remember I came to you with a temper to master. And,
the only place I found to master that temper was the
discipline of the martial arts you were teaching.
"I thought my temper was under control until a few
weeks ago." Mark let out another sigh, "The High
Inquisitor and I started sparring soon after I
arrived on the Interrogator. She made for a
fascinating opponent and one who could fight better
than I did." He gave a wry smile, "You know better
than anyone how I pushed for a challenge to test
myself against. A few weeks ago, we were sparring
and I," Mark paused, uncertain how to proceed, "I, I
snapped, went berserk, I guess. I do not understand
what happened exactly. The High Inquisitor got a
good strike on me and something snapped. I attacked
her in full fury, intending to cause pain and kill.
The desire was overwhelming."
Mark was silent for a moment, remembering the
seductive feel of that power to devastate one's
enemies, then took up the tale again, "The High
Inquisitor did something and I was flung across the
room, hard enough to dent the wall, yet somehow, I
survived. Before I could recover, something was
holding me still and I was punched unconscious." His
hand absently traced the scar under his left eye,
his eyes darkened recalling the incident. This was
the first time he had really thought it over fully.
"I awoke in the Interrogator's special interrogation
cell, bound with some kind of energy bands.
Eventually, the High Inquisitor came in, I was
chained, kneeling on the floor. She declared I was
guilty of treason."
Mark looked up at Kerr, the agony of his dishonor in
his eyes, his eyes slightly unfocused, "It really
did not matter what she accused me of, I had lost my
honor in attacking her, broken oaths I had sworn to
uphold. I felt ... broken inside, willing to die
rather than continue living with those broken oaths.
I..." Mark looked away, then drained his cup of caf,
needing something to bolster him. He was unsure why
he was confessing the whole ordeal to Master Roste,
why he felt the need to tell him of the next part.
Pouring himself another cup of caf, he steeled
himself and continued, his voice going a bit flat as
he forced the next words out. "I gave the High
Inquisitor my life, submitted to her will." Memories
flashed back of that moment when she had given him
her ultimatum and then released the stun cuffs. "She
released me from the stun cuffs, leaving me only the
chain I had been hanging onto to avoid being
shocked. That was when she gave me those scars you
saw, informing me if I released the chain, my
suffering would be never ending. Somehow I clung to
the chain, obviously, and yes, she nearly killed me
in the process. I just barely made it to the medical
There was another pause, more caf drained from the
mug, "My honor restored, I continued with my duties,
but find another problem plaguing me. My temper is
fraying too easily. It is taking more effort to
control and that worries me I can feel my temper
lurking, waiting for a chance to lash out. When I
took my officer oaths, I swore to never be the type
of officer who lashes out irrationally. I swore to
respect those under me, to value them and if I
needed to sacrifice them, to make damn sure their
sacrifice was worth it."
"But now, all that feels like it is slowly slipping
away because of my temper fraying faster and
easier." Mark's voice dropped softer, "The encounter
with Inquisitor Jorad should have gone differently.
I should have agreed to his terms, gotten Dunford
out of there and then dealt with the problem. But
instead, I angered him, causing Dunford to attempt
suicide and getting myself killed if it had not been
for your presence." Mark took a big breath, "The
High Inquisitor has offered me training to control
my temper. I am expected to give her my answer when
this shore leave is done." He looked across the
table at his old mentor, "Tell me honestly, is my
temper connected to this dark side you spoke of?"
asked Mark, feeling more disturbed about asking that
question than he wanted to admit.
Kerr was quite taken back by the sheer unrestrained
displayed by Mark and his lengthy explanations. The
Imperial officer was freely disclosing a wealth of
information that was highly intriguing but also
incredibly disturbing. He fell silent through the
entirely of the descriptions and recollections,
lacing his fingers together in a contemplative and
engaged fashion. Brown eyes dulled sadly from much
of the content but there was a constant small
glimmer of hope still gleaming in his eyes as he
watched Veller's expressions. At the conclusion of
Mark's story, the Jedi calmly reclaimed the small
food utensil and quietly ate his meal. For a good
long while, Kerr partook in his food and caf without
continuing the conversation while deep in thought.
Yun-Rei felt that this was going to be the pinnacle
of his efforts to save Mark, and thus it could not
be rushed. His long lost student just opened up to
him and told him everything, now it was his chance
... no ... his responsibility to make things right
at last. Everything would be riding on the next
words Kerr spoke. The monumental importance of how
he chose his battles here would make or break his
Deep emotions stirred inside of the Jedi, emotions
that he was so well at hiding ... but he couldn't
deny that he was *afraid* of losing Mark again. Kerr
could tell that the man was so close to redemption
and so close to tragedy, he was right on the cusp,
Kerr just needed to reach out a steady hand and
beckon him towards the light. The finished and
cleaned plate was pushed away from him before his
breathing became stilled. He couldn't let the fear
of making a mistake cripple him, he needed to
collectively sooth these feelings. With a deep
steady inhale and exhale of breath, he pushed these
distractions away and cleared his mind towards
serenity. Slowly his compassionate gaze fell upon
Mark as he readied what the other could sense were
extremely important and weighted words.
"When you lost yourself during the duel, that was
not you. That was not the man you are, nor the man
you want to become. That was the dark side
attempting to seduce you. It knows exactly when to
grant immense power to consume and enslave those it
desires. Your feelings of shame and dishonor are
misplaced and are being used against you. Everyone
with the power to touch the Force can and will be
tested sometime in their lives. It is their choice
on what path they travel afterwards." He took a
steady breath of determination before he continued.
"The abilities granted by the dark side are easy to
obtain and are quick to empower those that summon
it, but it commands a terrible price in return.
Wickedness will slowly eat away at your mind and
body like a disease, dissolving your humanity and
reducing you into a ravenous creature that takes
pleasure in the suffering of others. I taught you
some tools in controlling these powerful emotions so
that they don't control you, but your lessons were
cut terribly short, your training incomplete. But
even so, it took this long ... all of these years
before you or anyone else noticed, including a High
Inquisitor. That is not insignificant. There is
great merit to what I can show you. The lightside is
merciful and bountiful, and although more difficult
a practice to follow, it grants peace and spirited
rest. Its rejuvenating powers can cure any ailment,
sooth any malady, and never asks more than you can
give. It is a forgiving and gracious master." He
spoke earnestly to the other.
Perhaps an obvious and real example would cement the
metaphysical argument. Kerr redirected his approach.
"Ask yourself this ... when was the last time you
saw the High Inquisitor smile? A sincere joyous
smile?" The Jedi couldn't be sure, each Inquisitor
was unique and was consumed by evil differently, he
was taking a risk using a practical example, but if
it paid off, it could be a significant assertion.
"Those that are servants to the dark are never
satisfied, never happy ... they know no rest, no
comfort ... no solace. They are miserable captives
to a cruel taskmaster. What do you think motivates
them? What do they crave? Dominance, fear, pain ...
they only want that over others, just as Jorad did,
just as *you* will if you take her offering. And she
may be giving you only an illusion of choice."
A gentle sigh eased from him as he pulled back and
rested into the chair as he watched with hope that
something resonated with Mark, anything ... "I don't
want to lose you again ... I ..." His sentence was
interrupted by a beeping that obnoxiously rang and
vibrated in his pocket. It startled him for a
moment, he stirred briefly in his seat with surprise
before a hand reached into his pocket and pulled out
the comm unit that belonged to Mark. Eyes went wide
for a moment before they softened again. He nodded
and placed the device in the center of the table and
watched it with silent concern. There wasn't
anything he could do about this, it was in the
Force's hands now.
Mark watched his old mentor pick up the utensil and
start eating the meal. He did the same, though it
took a few moments before he started eating again.
While someone else might have been angry at the lack
of answer, Mark knew from his childhood that Master
Roste was thinking on the best way to answer his
When the meal was done, Mark was ready to listen as
well. The familiar habit of so long ago soothed him.
He took in all of Kerr's words, but it was the last
that struck a cord. The illusion of choice. The High
Inquisitor was taking great pains to make it seem
like he had a choice, but he had known from the
moment the training was offered that he did not.
He barely heard the next words before the comm link
in Kerr's pocket started buzzing. Kerr placed it on
the table and Mark stared at it for what seemed an
eternity, but was only a few seconds. Should he
answer it? The High Inquisitor knew it was not going
to be on his person at all times. He could get away
with not answering. But if it was important and he
did not, then she would send down Stormtroopers or
even come herself. He did not think the High
Inquisitor would stop for explanations on why he was
entertaining a Jedi on his shore leave.
He reached over with a steady hand and opened the
comm link, "High Colonel Veller," he answered, his
voice betraying none of the uncertainty he currently
felt. His gaze remained locked on Kerr. The Imperial
inside him chided him on not going to another room
before answering it, but the other side of him, the
honorable side, knew Kerr had a right to listen to
his side of the conversation and also knew he would
make no sound to give himself away.
If things went south, his old master would have a
chance at escape, it was the best he could do. He
listened to the High Inquisitor's words and then
said, "I understand, Milord, we will begin to get
our affairs in order." Closing the comm link, Mark
tossed it harshly on the table, "By the Four Moons!"
"High Inquisitor Thanor believes the Interrogator
has been compromised, with information leaked to
Inquisitor Tremayne," Mark explained after taking a
deep breath, "She says we are not safe and is
sending her own personal pilot with an escort
immediately. Lieutenant Dunford and I are instructed
to get everything in line and report back to the
Interrogator." He let out a long sigh, rubbing his
brows, addressing Kerr, he continued, "You had best
not be here when they arrive. It does not appear the
High Inquisitor is coming down here in person, but
it is hardly worth the risk."
Dunford had awoke in a fit of spasming pain and
despair, the last thing he remembered was attempting
to end his life gruesomely against a series of razor
wire. He gasped as eyes went wide and he shot up to
a sitting position in the bed. The sudden jerk
caused him to wince and choke on air before he fell
back into bed due to the irritation and aches that
raked across his body. After a moment to recover, he
slowly propped himself up on an elbow and surveyed
the room. He was back ... at the resort it seemed
... but how? What happened? Where was Inquisitor
Jorad ... where was High Colonel Veller?! Confusion
and panic set in but his nerves were instantly
calmed although bewildered when he heard his
superior's voice along with another man's that he
did not recognize. Eyes drifted down to his exposed
chest in wonder, noticing what should have been life
threatening injuries were scabbed over and in the
process of healing. How long had he been out?
Terribly curious, he began eavesdropping on the
conversation happening outside of his door, not
wishing to interrupt, but also anxious to learn more
of the circumstances of their fate.
What he heard overcame him with sorrow and distress.
There was so much information being passed back and
forth that his mind reeled to keep up with the
revelations. Mark was capable of doing those
impossible things like the Inquisitors? This other
man was a Jedi?? Veller knew him from the past?!
Bernard was certainly no fan of the Inquisitorius,
but it was his duty to serve them in order to bring
the real threats in the galaxy under control, and
here, their greatest enemy, a traitorous Jedi was
attempting to sway Mark to also betray those that he
served. Surely his superior would be able to see
through these carefully woven lies and expose him,
especially once he received a call from the
Interrogator, and not just anyone, High Inquisitor
Thanor herself. Serves that Jedi right, Bernard
thought, soon the Colonel would reveal him, but to
Bernard's horror, that did not happen. Instead,
Veller warned the Jedi to leave. The Lieutenant
couldn't believe what he was hearing.
It would take a few moments after the call, but soon
both Mark and Kerr would notice Dunford standing in
the doorway aghast and dumbfounded. His words caught
in his throat, he didn't even know what to do, what
to say. He was so ashamed of Veller ... the man he
idolized, the man he would have done *anything* for,
the man he had trusted above all others. How could
the High Colonel do this? "You ... you ... traitor."
Dunford couldn't even believe those words came out
of his mouth regarding Veller, nor could he stop the
tears beginning to weld up in his vision, he was so
distraught and crushed by this turnabout.
Kerr had to fight back the tension building, a few
of his muscles tightening from the stress of the
situation as he quietly listened to Veller take the
call, realizing that he was indeed speaking to the
High Inquisitor. He didn't know how much he had
said, if anything, resonated with his former pupil
and found himself having to actively sooth the
anxiety that threatened. How easy it would have been
for Mark to parade his presence, or even to give a
subtle hint or covert code to the Inquisitor to
alert her. But as far as he could tell, Mark did
none of those things, much to the Jedi's relief.
He nodded in appreciation to the other, and couldn't
help a weak smile that followed an exhale of breath.
Kerr somehow managed to dodge a turbolaser but he
was apparently not out of the thicket yet. Soon
afterwards, he noticed the Lieutenant standing in
the doorway, and the man did not look terribly
pleased for this turn of events. Apparently Bernard
had awoken and overheard their conversation, which
now proved problematic but not insurmountable.
Quietly, he leaned forward in his seat and
interlaced his fingers together in thought and
patience. It was clear they did not have much time
to remedy this new confrontation, but that did not
seem to distress the Jedi. This scene needed to
unfold a bit more before he could appropriately act.
It was the safest bet not to intervene just yet,
this was after all Veller's subordinate.
Mentally, Mark cursed himself. He should have been
more observant, noticing Dunford was up, or at least
more cautious. Talking about such topics was playing
with fire. But his guard had dropped, probably due
to the revival of old habits he had with Master
Roste. Now he had three problems on his hands,
Master Roste, Dunford and the High Inquisitor which
all needed to be handled quickly.
Master Roste he dismissed as a problem. The man
could take care of himself. Dunford was the most
immediate problem and there was not much time to
handle it. In a cold voice, he addressed Dunford,
"Hardly, Lieutenant," his ice blue eyes dropping the
temperature of the room a few degrees, "Giving the
man who saved both our lives the opportunity to
express himself. And yes, Lieutenant, you owe this
man the debt of your life. As do I. Gather your
things, the High Inquisitor's pilot will be here
soon enough to take us back to the Interrogator."
Staring intently into the Lieutenant's eyes, Mark
continued, "You will remain silent on this,
Lieutenant. Breathe a word of it to the High
Inquisitor and I will be forced to reveal why
Inquisitor Jorad was so willing to torture you. If
the High Inquisitor learns the whole truth of what
happened here, we will both end up in the
Interrogator's cells experiencing the High
Inquisitor's ill will. I do not think either of us
will have very good odds of leaving those cells
His voice softened a bit, "Lieutenant, I do not want
you facing the High Inquisitor's wrath. There is no
way to tell the tale that includes a Jedi without
also revealing your forbidden knowledge. Do you
really think the High Inquisitor will allow you to
keep that knowledge? In order to protect you from
that, he must not be here when the High Inquisitor's
To Kerr he said, "Leave, leave now and return to
whatever obscurity you were in." Returning his gaze
to Dunford, "Lieutenant, as far as anyone is
concerned, there were no unusual incidents. If
someone asked about your injuries, we got involved
in a bar fight. The others suffered worse injuries."
Mark spun on his heel and went to his room to change
his attire, fully expecting his orders to be obeyed.
It would be best to remind Dunford of his rank and
his duty. Changing out of his civilian clothes and
into his uniform, he also remarked to himself, it
was a reminder to him. He hoped Master Roste would
understand his abruptness. There was little choice
in returning to the Interrogator. If he fled, he
knew the High Inquisitor would have him hunted down
as a traitor. Deep in his core, he also knew that
eventually, the High Inquisitor would find him, even
if he fled to the Outer Rim and beyond.
It didn't take long to pack, being in the habit of
traveling light. Leaving his room, he noted that
Master Roste was gone. It troubled him slightly to
also realize the comn link he had thrown onto the
table was also gone. He was about to mention
something when Dunford exited his room, dressed in
his uniform as well. Master Roste must have taken
it. Mark decided to report it lost in the rush when
he returned to the Interrogator.
He sighed slightly, then came the question of how to
handle the High Inquisitor and what to tell her, if
anything. Hopefully he would have this figured out
enough by the time they boarded the Interrogator.