31 BBY
The Sith occupation of Serenno was something that Tan'ya had read extensively about, so it was exciting to get a chance at practicing some real archaeology.
The buried Sith outpost was almost as large as one of the guest mansions on her family's palace grounds, intended to host dozens of people at a time. The remnants of stones with signs of wind and rain erosion seemed to indicate this structure was built atop a hill or a mountain in the past, before the Tirra'taka had dragged it below the earth.
As they continued to reveal more of the structure, Tan'ya was gradually able to fill in a floor plan of what it would have looked like when it was standing. Though crushed and battered, what appeared to be the remnants of shield projectors surrounded the whole site in a rectangle, a wall of energy to resist intrusion. There were crumbled towers at each corner of the energy wall, and each had the remains of heavy blaster emplacements inside
The main building itself would have been as tall as her father's palace, with what seemed like a small shipyard built into the courtyard, and the wreck of a freighter that was buried as well. The site had a small barracks and an armory, a vehicle pool with multiple speeders, and each door on the interior had an emergency override to seal it shut. It was heavily fortified, despite its smaller size, with what seemed like an entire floor of prison cells with most occupants still inside. Interestingly, all the occupants were humans, and many of them had a strange procedure performed on them to graft metallic bulbs to their bones.
It was these little pieces of metal that solved the mystery of what this place was, and gave Tan'ya a minor migraine on realizing what they were.
This was a research outpost for potentially dangerous force alchemy. Using the rich catalog of local flora and fauna, as well the local humans, it seemed like the Sith here were trying to recreate the works of Belia Darzu.
Lord Darzu was an incredibly talented Sith Alchemist from around thirteen hundred years ago. She never claimed for herself the titles of Darth or Emperor, but her sinister genius was unrivaled for millennia before or since, and whose creations would usher in what was later called the Dark Age of the Republic.
The apex of her achievements was the Nanogene Spore, a virulent disease that caused the victim to grow metallic tumors inside their own body, leading to painful death from heavy metal poisoning that could only be treated, not cured. This horrific bioweapon killed billions, if not trillions of Imperial subjects and Republic citizens alike, racing down all the great hyperspace lanes, leaving only Hutt Space relatively unscathed.
Even worse, if one of the spore victims were to meet Darzu in person, she could manipulate her creations to completely take over the host body, turning entire colonies of victims into metal-skinned monstrosities that were loyal only to her. This self replicating army served as her soldiers during the Sictis Wars, which lasted twenty years and demonstrated Darzu's not inconsiderable military talents, as she crushed all her enemies, Jedi and Sith alike. While her military and alchemical skills were impressive, her political skills lacked subtlety or understanding. Eventually Darzu was betrayed and killed by trusted allies, afraid of her growing power and increasing disdain for her own oaths. Even after her death the effects of her nanogene spore lingered for decades.
If the Sith here were resurrecting her work it stood to reason that they came from after her death, dating this facility to approximately two hundred years before the Ruusan Reformation, and around three hundred years after the Sith first came to Serenno.
Before the coming of the Sith, Serenno was a primitive world of countless tribes and peoples with varying degrees of technology. The different tribes and nations of the coasts had mastered navigation, and were roving the seas as traders and raiders, while the nomads of the plains were focussed on developing their skills with crossbows and orbak riding. The most advanced peoples were of the jungles, who had invented steel and were capable of building impressive stone keeps along the rivers that connected their countless cities, mines and plantations. They had just begun to use black powder and bronze to create primitive cannons when they were rudely introduced to the larger Galaxy.
None of these burgeoning fields of technology helped at all when the Sith arrived. They demanded submission of the local peoples, and bombarded any from orbit who tried to resist. At first these strange men who came from the stars, who could practice great magic with their minds and calling burning fire from the heavens were received as gods by the locals. Eventually that faith in their new overlords faded from exposure to their constant infighting.
Finally, when Skere Kaan's Dark Brotherhood was tied down in its final futile war against the Republic, a local nobleman named Serenno was able to unite the people of his world, and drive out its oppressors. The planet and its ruling house had borne his name ever since.
In the present, the discovery of the remnants of the nanogene spore victims immediately caused all work on the dig to be stopped. Until it could be confirmed that disease wasn't active, a dicey proposition with Force Alchemy, all further excavation had to stop. It was frustrating, but unavoidable. The Serennoan work crews had complained about it, and Tan'ya had absolutely no doubt that they'd be more than willing to continue digging despite the danger, but it wasn't just their lives at risk. An outbreak of the disease on Serenno could have dire consequences for the planet, or possibly even the entire Galaxy.
Fortunately, the carbonite stasis room hadn't contained any spore samples, and they had already been breached before the crew learned of the deadly threat lurking in the basement. As the readout had promised, the stasis chamber had contained no human subjects, but a number of native flora and fauna that were worthless today, but appeared to be the focus of some research for the Sith. If only a copy of their research notes could be recovered.
In total there were seven different Tirra'taka eggs being kept in carbonite, and when she defrosted one it immediately started crying out in the Force for its mother. The panicking and confused child of the ancient beast started projecting feelings of fear and pain, and it wasn't until Tan'ya found somewhere warm for it to rest that it finally quieted, though it was still scared.
Luckily, there were several commercial incubators available on the market for large eggs, and one arrived the afternoon Tan'ya had ordered it. The egg would cry out in the force whenever it got uncomfortable, so it wasn't hard to find the right temperature on the incubator. Once that was done, Tan'ya expected the creature to be quite easy to manage until it finally hatched, but was quickly proven wrong.
Even while inside its egg, the tirra'taka proved to be a surprisingly moody creature. It started crying out for its mother whenever Tan'ya's mind drew near. Even worse, when it finally adapted to her presence, it started crying out for her attention if she ever went away as well! At best it would calm itself briefly if she returned to it after being away for a while.
It was almost impossible to get any work done with that voice calling out so loudly in her mind, regardless of her physical distance. Worse still, Tan'ya couldn't just assign someone to care for the egg either because only she and her family were force sensitive. This was just one egg too! Tan'ya didn't even want to think about the patience a mother tirra'taka would need to look after an entire nest of these things! Any time the mother went out to hunt, it would feel the anxiety of constantly needing to return.
The noise was affecting the other children in the Palace as well. Vai bore through the racket with Mandalorian stoicism, not uttering a word of complaint, though Tan'ya noticed her eyeing the wing of the Palace where the egg was being kept with annoyance. Her younger siblings were being more seriously affected though, particularly her newborn brother whose own outraged cries joined the tirra'taka's own. Only Sturn seemed unaffected, though he was curious about what the cause of the noise was.
Gritting her teeth, Tan'ya all but gave up on her own sleep for the night and had just switched on her holo com when she felt her younger sibling's minds settle to rest in the Force. They actually slept through that?
Taking the egg with her if only to momentarily calm it, Tan'ya ducked down stairs to find her mother walking upwards towards her, a relieved expression on her face and a picture book in hand. "Is something wrong, Tan'ya?" She asked.
"...How did you get them to sleep?" Tan'ya finally asked.
"It took a few tries." Athemeene smiled. "But reading helps. You can do the same thing with music."
Tan'ya considered for a moment, before asking, "Can I borrow that?" Looking at the picture book.
Looking bemused, Athemeene handed it over, and Tan'ya went back to her room with it. Flipping it open, she started at page one, and read aloud in a soft voice. The egg stilled for a moment, listening to Tan'ya speak. Buoyed by success, Tan'ya kept going, recounting the tale of the Little Fleck Bird That Could to the very last page, before glancing up to see if it had worked.
There were a few moments of silence, before the egg started crying out again.
"Oh, come off it!" Tan'ya groaned, throwing the book to the bed, and burying her head in her palms. "Why won't you be quiet?!"
She tried again, of course, to much the same result. While Tan'ya was reading the egg fell silent, but shortly after she stopped it would cry out again. Even worse, the sound of its cries starting again had woken up Ideon. Tan'ya felt her mother's mind descend the stairs, before deciding to find out if maybe Athemeene was doing something right that she wasn't.
Carrying the egg with her in its incubator, Tan'ya waited in the doorway outside as her mother softly murmured to Ideon. The egg seemed confused at first by Athemeene's presence, but it did stop crying out. Tan'ya felt the creature reaching out, its thoughts mingling with Ideon and Madalee, and as their minds began to still and peacefully turn over, so did its.
Finally, lapsing into relieved silence, the egg rested.
Tan'ya let out a relieved sigh, for a moment almost tempted to thank the Force or even that bastard Being X, when her mother stepped out, surprised to find her daughter resting with her back against the wall.
"You should be in bed, sweetie." She warned, softly. "What's this?" She indicated the egg.
"It's the egg of a tirra'taka." Tan'ya whispered back. "Father found some, and I'm going to attempt to rear it."
Athemeene pulled the nursery door closed behind her, before crouching down to examine Tan'ya and the egg more closely. "Then why is it here, and not somewhere it won't be smashed by accident?"
"It just won't stop crying! I know it's comfortable, but it just wants its mother, but she died a long time ago. Sometimes it stops crying for me when I'm near it, but eventually it gets upset again, anyway." Tan'ya sighed. "But you're reading was able to put it to sleep, somehow."
"I haven't heard it crying?"
"It's crying in the Force, its species is Force Sensitive."
Athemeene considered it thoughtfully. "...Children crying out is their only way of communicating with their parents. If it's crying, it might be trying to tell you something."
"Like what?" Tan'ya asked, adding. "It's just an egg. What more can it need then to be at the right temperature?"
"It can communicate through the Force, right?" Athemeene said. "Maybe its social development begins even before it hatches? Human children learn the sound of their mother's voice in the womb, which is why reading to them can help them relax and sleep. If its entire species can use the Force, it might think Non-Force users are a threat. If you're leaving it alone here, and with me and the servants around, it might think you've abandoned it among potential predators."
It sounded like reasonable speculation, though obviously it needed testing.
Following Athemeene's advice, Tan'ya was able to begin getting the rowdy egg under control. It turned out it really didn't like people who weren't force sensitive. If Athemeene or any of the other palace servants approached it, it would begin to cry out until Tan'ya calmed it. If the whole species was Force sensitive, it made sense to Tan'ya that it would regard anything else as dangerous to an unborn egg.
Extended reading sessions of around thirty to forty minutes would help calm it. In keeping with the idea of socializing the creature, Tan'ya started reading her reports out loud, or saying what she typed as she worked at her holocom. It seemed to work. Eventually it had calmed to the point where it would no longer panic around the servants, as long as it knew Tan'ya was close.
That was the big problem, though. It was only calm when Tan'ya was around. If Tan'ya was ever to return to the digsite, or attend to her business as Advisor to the Defence in the city, she'd have to find other Force Sensitive to help look after it.
Sturn was more than willing to try, though he warned her that he wasn't going to be her teacher forever. "It might be best to look for more helpers than just me. I might be called back to Corellia at some point."
And he did have a point, Tan'ya realized. His loyalty wasn't really with the New Temple or her father. Even with the best of intentions, he might have to leave at any moment due to some kind of emergency on his homeworld, though Corellia was by all accounts a peaceful and prosperous place.
The only other Force Sensitive around was Vai, who Tan'ya didn't really know well enough to ask for help. Eventually though, an answer did present itself.
Madalee was incredibly curious about Tan'ya's egg. If she'd been hanging around near Tan'ya's room before, she was almost a constant presence now. At first Tan'ya had been worried Madalee would upset the egg, but it had long gotten used to her since Tan'ya had learned it was easier to get the egg to sleep when her younger siblings were being put to bed as well. If anything, the egg seemed to view Madalee as a younger member of its… family? Pack? Flock? Tan'ya supposed there wasn't really a word for a collection of dragons.
To keep things simple, she decided to go with family.
Surely with a little training, and perhaps some supervision from Athemeene and M8, Madalee could learn to watch over the egg as well?
"Hello there." Tan'ya opened the door one day when she felt her sister hanging around outside. She crouched down so she could talk to her sister more easily. "Want to learn how to read?"
Unsure, Madalee didn't really give a clear answer at first. She shyly tucked her arms behind her back, and looked away.
Tan'ya tried a different track. "I'm raising a pet. Come and see it."
Now that really excited Madalee, and Tan'ya led her inside the room to where the egg was incubating.
"Can I touch it?" Madalee asked.
"...Sure, but be gentle." Tan'ya slightly lifted the lid of the incubator, and gave her sister a chance to run her fingers over its rough surface. "One day, a baby tirra'taka is going to hatch from this."
"Really?" Madalee frowned, looking at Tan'ya. "M8 says tirra'taka aren't real."
"M8 is wrong." Tan'ya said. "This is an egg. You can feel it in the Force, can't you? Close your eyes."
Clumsily, shyly, Madalee squeezed her eyes closed and reached out with her mind to see if the creature really was there. Her eyes shot open with a gasp, when she felt it curiously brush up against her. Her jaw dropped, and she looked at Tan'ya, gasping excitedly. "I felt it!"
"See? It's real."
But Madalee was no longer paying attention to her, pressing her head up against the egg and trying again. "Is it a boy or a girl?" She asked.
"We'll find out when it's hatched."
"What's her name?" Madalee asked.
"...Uh, what do you think it should be named?" Tan'ya hadn't even considered that.
"...Eggy!" Madalee burst out excitedly.
…No, Tan'ya definitely would not allow her sister to name it that. Tan'ya resolved herself to find a good name for it.
Tan'ya tried to teach her sister to read to it, though unfortunately she didn't take much interest in Master Sifo's history books or any other work of decent literature. Eventually, Tan'ya had to give up on developing her sister's tastes, and went with the market demand to read from a variety of colorful picture books.
Of course, her sister was still a very young child, and easily distracted. But when the egg cried out in the Force, Madalaee would rush off up the stairs to grab one of her favorite picture books and start reading it to the beast to help it. Of course she hadn't learned to read nearly as quickly as Tan'ya did, and mostly just made up her own stories to go with the pictures.
Whatever. As long as the egg was satisfied, Tan'ya was happy to let it be.
Eventually, Tan'ya finally found a name she was satisfied with during her studies. A name in the now lost dialect of the ancient jungle kings.
"Marnaidu Morma." Tan'ya finally settled on. "If your mother was the Beast that Holds the World Together, you'll be Wings of the Dawn."
Eventually, after a month of delay, they were able to say with confidence that the site was safe. No one who had been there when the experiment victims were uncovered had fallen ill. Tan'ya had probed the area with her mind to make sure nothing seemed strange, and though the whole research center left an unnerving chill in the force, nothing about the bodies in particular felt different at all from the rest of the place.
Slowly but surely, they unearthed the whole facility piece by piece, one careful shovel full of dirt at a time. Their progress was helped by the discovery of a map of the facility, secured in a safe in what seemed like the main security station, pinned underneath several bars of aurodium. Whoever the head of security had been, he was either well paid, or possibly planning his life as a fugitive.
The security station was directly connected to the armory, which at the time this place had been buried seemed to have been mostly emptied. Their main reserves of tibanna gas were down to their last quarter, which meant either they hadn't been restocked in a while, or they'd been engaged in heavy combat right up to the last minute.
With the map of the facility in hand, Tan'ya made the decision that they would focus their efforts on uncovering what seemed like the most promising room in the facility, the data storage backup. According to the map, all data gathered by the researchers was backed up into a main datacron at the very bottom of the facility, in a small room jutting off the central turbo lift.
The turbolift shaft itself proved to be the most difficult part of the dig. Much of it was filled in with dirt, and the shaft had been mangled out of shape as the building fell. Going carefully, using only hydrochisels and vibrohammers, Tan'ya's crew were able to gradually break up any rocks or pieces of concrete, and transport them up the elevator shaft one hover dolly at a time, each crew member fastened to the shaft wall with climbing harnesses in case the rubble at their feet gave away and they fell through.
Finally, at the bottom of the shaft they found the turbolift itself. With an ion torch, they were able to cut through its access hatch and climb inside, finally finding a sealed durasteel door. It was clearly heavy duty, with interlocking teeth, and worse still had been bent out of shape by the weight of the building. Cutting the lock to force it open wouldn't help, they couldn't move any heavy machinery down there either with turbo lift in the way.
"For goodness sake!" Tan'ya snarled. She turned to regard her work crew and ordered them, "Wait here, don't do anything, I'll be back in an hour. Take an early lunch break."
Tan'ya ordered her chauffeur to take her home. She had her own key to her father's office, and found the disassembled lightsaber of the ancient sith inside his personal vault. It wasn't hard to quickly clean it up and swap out the power pack, before turning it on experimentally. The red beam of energy rose from the handle, and Tan'ya smiled, before sending her father a text letting him know she'd borrowed it.
He hadn't seen the text by the time she returned to the digsite, presumably busy with something or asleep. At the bottom of the shaft again, Tan'ya ordered the construction crew to stand back as she ignited the blade, and carefully pushed it through the durasteel door. The steel glowed and burned as she cut, and Tan'ya had to borrow one of the men's goggles to protect her eyes. Carefully, she cut two lines to form a triangle shape in the door large enough for an adult to pass through, before turning the lightsaber off and stepping back.
The lines she cut were hardly straight, leaving a semi rectangular gap in the doorframe, but when she pulled on the glowing steel with the force she was easily able to remove the heavy block, and set it aside.
"There." Tan'ya gave a satisfied huff, and a wide smile to her men. "We'll give the durasteel thirty minutes to cool, then we'll finally see if the backups are intact." She hooked the lightsaber on her belt, and went to go find her own lunch.
After a nice little picnic overseeing the digsite, and checking her holocom to discover her father still hadn't checked his messages, Tan'ya made her way back down the shaft to at last see if she could finally claim the prize she had been seeking for so long, a sith primary source.
"I'm sorry, your Highness." One of the men explained, shuffling his feet nervously. "But there doesn't seem to be a data backup down here at all."
He was right. Apparently, at the bottom of this massive facility was some kind of safe room for a Sith VIP. It had half a dozen rooms, one was clearly for cleaning clothes, another dedicated exclusively to racks of expensive wine that now lay shattered, a cage with the remains of a juvenile Tirra'taka inside, a walk-in closet full of rotten robes and formal wear and a mannequin with a suit of golden armor, and a multitude of dead slave girls. They all wore explosive collars, and seemed to have been sealed inside when the building collapsed.
Tan'ya felt her excitement grow when she found a library. It had a multitude of datacrons, a veritable jackpot of information that Tan'ya found herself eager to dig through. Even if most of them were intended only for entertainment, even a glimpse of the culture and history of the Sith, as well as how they viewed themselves could be valuable.
"Your Highness, you need to come see this!" A workman called from another room.
Tan'ya stepped inside to find her crew surrounding a man frozen in carbonite. He stood there, encased in his block with his hands at his hips, an elaborate spined crown around his head and a heavy pendant at his neck. Most telling of all was the lightsaber on his hip.
His pose and weapon made it clear, this man wasn't a prisoner. He was the Sith whom this safe house was constructed for. Even with the floor of his resting place tilted at an odd angle due to the ground moving, his carbonite container wasn't damaged, though it had tipped over at some point in the past.
A Sith Warrior from more than a thousand years ago. More than that, if his crown was anything to judge by, a ruler, biding his time for his rivals to pass on so he could rise again and reclaim power. Whoever he was, if he was hiding down here, he must have been in desperate straits at the end.
He was also incredibly dangerous. Not just as a warrior, but he was clearly in the process of developing a deadly bioweapon.
"...Nobody touch him." Tan'ya quickly decided. "Nobody goes near him. Close this room off. For now, gather everything else in the bunker, and begin cataloging what's here. "I need to call my Father."
When she got to the surface, she discovered on her holocom that her father still hadn't even looked at her message. Frustrated, she tried calling her mother.
"I'm sorry, I don't know where he is." Athemeene answered. "He mentioned he was on his way to meet a bounty hunter, but didn't say where or who it was."
A bounty hunter? Probably Jango then. Tan'ya scowled, realizing her father was most likely on Kamino, out in the micro galaxy of the Rishi Maze, beyond the Galactic Rim. He was arranging some kind of business with his Clone Army, one that Tan'ya wasn't supposed to know anything about.
Tan'ya wrinkled her brow, trying to decide what to do.
She asked Sturn for advice. Instead of anything concrete, the green jedi suggested for her to, quote, "Meditate on it, and let the Force guide you. He's frozen, so you have time to think this through."
Well, it was true that she had time to make her decision, she wasn't about to let her decision be made from superstition.
Still, she did sit down to think things through.
Regardless of what kind of ruler he'd been, his experiments with the nanogene spore were clearly illegal, and so the Jedi Order would demand justice. He was potentially a very powerful warrior, so unfreezing him recklessly was out of the question. They didn't have the facilities on Serenno to keep someone like that a prisoner for very long. The chance to interrogate him would be nice, but it was ultimately less important.
As their ruler, her highest priority was keeping her people safe, which meant removing him.
Her first instinct was to call the New Temple, but then she hesitated. The New Temple's status as an official branch of the Temple on Coruscant was on shaky ground right now, thanks to the feud between her father and Grandmaster Yoda. The New Temple itself also really didn't have the facilities to keep a dangerous warrior captive.
Perhaps the wiser thing to do would be to call the Temple on Coruscant? They had the manpower to send someone here right away, and surely would already have the facilities necessary to hold a dangerous force user. Once he was captive, there might even be a chance to interrogate him about other Sith sites on Serenno, and maybe even the location of more Tirra'taka eggs. Plus, showing a little good will might help ease tensions.
Yes. Calling the Grand Temple was the diplomatic, and pragmatic thing to do.
Decided, Tan'ya went to her father's holocom and dialed.
It was a moment before there was an answer, Grandmaster Yoda looking weary at first, but then surprised to see her. "Youngling Tan'ya. Glad to hear from you, I am. Know you're calling, your father does?"
Tan'ya put her hands together and bowed respectfully to him. "Father isn't home right now, and I can't reach his holocom."
"An emergency, is there?"
"There's a developing situation." Tan'ya said. "There's been a large excavation of an ancient fortress here, on Serenno. At the bottom of it, we discovered what I think is a Sith Lord frozen in carbonite."
Yoda's ears shot up. "Are you safe?"
"Yes, he's still frozen. So for now, no one's at risk. The most worrisome thing on site are some ancient nanogene spore victims."
Yoda had been sitting cross legged at the start of the call, but moving faster than Tan'ya had ever imagined someone of his age could, shot to his feet in an instant. "Seal off the ruin. Allow none inside. Keep those who worked there from leaving."
"Oh, of course." Tan'ya supposed that Yoda was worried about maintaining a quarantine. "It doesn't seem like there's been any infection, but we've taken appropriate measures."
"Good. Keep calm, child. Dispatch a team right away, I will. May the Force be with you." Then he hung up.
It didn't take long at all for the Jedi's quick response team to arrive, just under two days all the way from Coruscant. They must have left mere moment's after speaking with Tan'ya, and had quite the hyperdrive to make such good time. The first thing they did after arriving in system was send Tan'ya a request for the location of the dig site, which she sent them before heading there herself to greet them. Well, it was good that they were taking the situation seriously.
It was clear to Tan'ya just how serious they were when the ramp lowered, and a grim-faced Master Windu strode out with four other Jedi behind him.
"Youngling Tan'ya, is your father still not here?" Mace Windu asked.
"Yes. I haven't been able to contact him." Tan'ya explained. "Really though, there's no need to rush. The situation is quite under control."
"Has anyone approached the Sith?" Windu focussed on the matter at hand, and Tan'ya felt a hint of frustration.
"No, he's been sealed in the room he was found in." Tan'ya unfurled a map of the facility, and showed it to him. "See? He's at the bottom of the turbolift in the main building, hidden in some kind of emergency safe house. I assure you, it's perfectly safe-"
"Can someone guide us there right away?"
"Yes, I can lead you there." Tan'ya replied, turning on her heel. Evidently, the man wouldn't be able to calm down until he saw for himself that everything was fine.
Once they were inside the main building, Tan'ya showed him to the crooked shaft, and the man didn't hesitate before stepping over the edge. He and his Jedi companions danced down the shaft, lightly bouncing from wall to wall and disappearing into the darkness. Tan'ya huffed with annoyance, before doing her best to replicate the feet. She wasn't able to do it nearly so effortlessly, but she was able to carefully slow her fall near the bottom, jerking to an awkward halt a foot above the ground, before allowing herself to drop onto the top of the turbolift itself.
Below her she just caught the tail of a Jedi robe disappearing into the bunker, before she stepped into the pod and through to the bunker. In the room itself, Tan'ya found Mace and his Jedi watching the frozen Sith wearily, as he approached the block of carbonite.
A tinge of irritation crept into Tan'ya's voice as she said, "See? He's intact, no need to-"
Mace Windu ignited his lightsaber, and in one smooth motion drove it into the carbonite, boring a hole straight through the heart of the Frozen Sith. Having slain the Sith Warrior, he then turned and commanded, "Secure this site. Confiscate any Sith materials, and interrogate the witnesses."
Tan'ya's first thought was of the yet to be cataloged datacrons, and if it was too late to hide them. Then she thought of the offsite storage facility, where the remaining frozen Tirra'taka had been moved to. Finally, she realized there was a Sith's lightsaber in her father's vault.