[h2][color=9370DB][center]Zeral T'Amani[/center][/color][/h2]

"Thank you for the offer. But after three centuries, I have not much hope on finding her alive," sighed Zeral, rubbing her eyes - and old memory re-surfacing of her childhood, but she quickly dispelled it.

"I am not asking you to believe, just that there might a connection to the vision you saw and the ancient history of the Galaxy. Atleast this way, you won't be surprised - if we run into some ancient technology or ancient war-machine that wants to disembowl us."

"I understand your hate. But well, if you think about it seriously - you was speaking to leaders who're responsible for the safety, prosperity and protection of a trillion people. A single command or idea, could mean playing with the lives of millions on stake. My people have a saying: [i]one doesn't flee their home, everytime the tide shifts.[/i]

"I could order and find you some medication, that might help deal with those head-aches and pains," she offered as a friendly companion.

She didn't reply, when he called her work a hobby, it was her life - her face twisting into a frown. "Yes. I searched for Saren. Now most of his records are sealed and unable to be accessed. However, I managed to find a clue about Saren. Namely I found he owns a part of a company on Noveria. Those are public records easily available on the extranet. It's not much - but Noveria is know for not following Galactic Law and are a good place to start our search."

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