[h3]Chase Jackson[/h3]

Chase sighed. “[color=00aeef]Yeah, I really don’t care. Get some rest. Take a nap. I dunno,[/color]” He told her, his tone light but words harsher than intended. He turned and walked away without another word.

[h3]Kissimi Cresis[/h3]

Kissimi looked up as Skywalker walked in. “[color=f7941d]Master Skywalker [/color]” she greeted him coldly. Skywalker leaned against the wall of her ship. “[color=007236]Chase said you wanted to talk to me?[/color]” “[color=f7941d]Yes. You said you wanted to see the recordings of my contact with the Sith?[/color]” It was a precarious situation. If Skywalker saw the recordings the way Chase and Bane had, she was screwed. If he understood the way she’d worked with the alleged Sith- she didn’t really believe the woman was Sith, but may as well- then she was still kinda screwed.