Bloodline [Star Wars]

Thirteen

"Do you think that they are trying to sabotage a vote or something? How will we find them? How many are there? Is there a recruitment process for sith?" I asked frantically.

"Slow down Amara. We will figure it out in good time. First we should take any clues that we can get from this surveillance hologram and do more research on this politician. Finn and Poe, do you think that you could do that? I'm sure that you can find plenty of information on the tablets that we brought. Rey and Amara, we are going to look at the video and see if we can find anything if interest there." Luke said.

Poe nodded and beckoned to Finn to follow him to the other room where the tablets had been left. I walked over to sit in a chair and glimpsed myself in a mirror. My hair was coming out of its French braid and curling in uncontrollable directions. I brushed a hand over my acne that still haven't faded from earlier in the week.

"Amara, you look fine. No one here cares about how you look, even if you do. But don't take that to the extreme, please maintain personal hygiene." Rey said with a smile.

I chuckled, feeling slightly embarrassed to be caught trying to maintain my appearance during a mission.

Uncle Luke reached out and pressed play, and we re-watched the entire murder. I honestly didn't know I felt less disturbed seeing it a second time or more grossed out.

"Hey, Finn! You owe me ten credits!" I shouted.

"Why would I give you my hard earned cash? I'm not rich." Came the response.

"Finn, you know that you can't go back on a bet. I'll let you off until we get back to base though."

We were just reaching the part in the video where the ship pulled up. Our Master reached out and paused it when we could view the whole thing. The ship was a light color, with an open cockpit and another cloaked figure in the drivers seat. Both were wearing dark colors, probably black, a traditional sith color.

We couldn't see anything that would identify the humanoids, but there was one unusual feature. The one that reached out and choked the senator had seven fingers, obviously not a human feature. As I watched the inevitable happen I decided to look more closely at the ship, but there was nothing of interest. I thought about finding the dealer, but searching through all the people that had bought that model would take far to long.

We must have watched that video another ten times before giving up. "Poe, when you get a minute could you bring up all of the people that bought this type of ship? We might need it at some point. For the moment we will just look out for when they strike again, and if they don't then we won't have any reason to continue our work here. Anything of interest, Finn?" Luke said.

"Not much, but he claimed that his planet was in full support of the Resistance. We know that sith don't often have very good anger management skills." Finn replied with a chuckle, even when discussing a morbid topic.
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I know that this is an awful and abrupt ending, but I wanted to get this uploaded asap. Sorry, I'll edit it soon. Thanks for reading!