[right]09:03 Zhellday, 3rd week of the third month, 6 ATC[/right][hr]
Kurin’s vessel had barely made orbit when the message came blasting through his primary communication system. He could see the faces of his crew grow white upon realizing just whose padawan they had captured. He was at least as shocked as they were. He had had no idea.

As much as it would be fun to keep the padawan, he was no idiot. There was no way he would escape for long this far from imperial territory, with such a tiny head start. “Oh no…” he muttered to himself.

“What do we do, inquisitor?” one of his underlings said.

“We obey. . . Up to a point. I am not so foolish as to go before an angered Jedi Grandmaster. Are you?”

“No, inquisitor.” the entire crew quickly said, one after the other.

“Throw her in an escape pod. Remove her restraints and send her out. Then plot a direct course for home.”

“As you wish, Inquisitor.”

Three of the crew members scrambled to obey. Within half a minute, they’d unceremoniously tossed the Jedi Padawan into an escape pod, removed her restraints and sent it on its way. 

As they did the work, Kurin sent a quick, written message to the Jedi Grandmaster’s ship. “Padawan will be returned. Had no idea she belonged to you. Sincerely, Sith Apprentice Terith Sal.”

Seconds after the escape pod was jettisoned and the message was sent, Kurin’s pilot took the Serith into hyperspace, heading far, far away.