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Philip studied a chart of Byss as the Baudo dove through the darkness. Unfortunately nothing was conveniently labeled sith stronghold or darkside training center. In fact, there was not much at all that could be determined by looking at a standard map as there were very few population centers denoted. He changed the display to show population density and different sized yellow circles appeared. He was drawn to the smallest he saw, feeling intuitively like that was their destination, but, until he knew who was following he wouldn't make that their first stop. He eyed the largest yellow dot and zoomed in to get a feel for the layout of the small city. Finally he marked the small spaceport on its outskirts as their destination for the computer and turned off the display with a frustrated slap at the panel.

He turned and looked at Saraid, dozing fitfully in the adjacent seat. He had gotten her a blanket and covered her with it when it was obvious she wasn't going to leave his side to nap in a stateroom. He reached and touched her cheek, lightly caressing it with his fingertips. He so badly wanted to fix things and give the two of them a chance at a new beginning together. He knew, though, their trip to Byss could go very badly and he regretted bringing Saraid with him.

The last transition was coming up. From there, the Baudo would be in Byss controlled-space approach. He made sure the ship's transponder was transmitting a sith-friendly code and sat back to wait.

Exiting hyperspace and entering Byss controlled airspace, Philip contacted the flight control center and requested landing clearance for Port Tower Tarkin-12. Granted access and assigned Bay 229, he allowed flight control to guide the Baudo slowly down and into its berth.

Quickly exiting the craft with Saraid, he sealed it and activated the security system. They then hurried towards the common areas to look for a hotel of some sort. Checking the building directory, the only open lodging was on level 12. The couple made their way up to find the Wayfarers Inn. Along the way, Philip saw an information kiosk and led Saraid to it. He activated it and typed in Somir trying to locate Athena's compound on the planet. It returned fifteen items found in the search, but, wouldn't display them.

SCAN AUTHORIZATION it demanded. He allowed it to scan his identification card but, it refused authorization. He was stumped. He knew she would have some means for her many staff to access information when needed without contacting the estate for approval each time. Then it struck him.

He extended his arm and slipped the sleeve up expecting to see the family mark she had tattooed on him. Damnation! Of course it wasn't there. This was Braedon's body. He thought a moment. Brae's body but Philip's mind and power. He closed his eyes and envisioned the mark he had studied so many times on his arm. He used the force to form the illusion of that mark on this arm. When he opened his eyes and looked, he couldn't tell the difference. Neither could the scanner for when he ran it under the device it opened the page of information with no more delays.

He opened the information page for each of the fifteen items. Most were business or office suites in the tower complexes. One was, however, Personnel Lodging and Training and it was located well away from the major population centers. In retrospect, it may well have been that smallest population dot, but, as complexly developed as Byss was, he would have never found it without this data.

He gave Saraid a quick kiss as they rose and continued to the Inn. He wanted to see what became of the ship that was following them before he made a move from the Tower. Any confrontation would probably be more controllable in a crowded setting.

Checking in, they quickly looked the room over, fully expecting to find any number of bugs or other spy devices in this place. After all, Palpatine's taint flavored Byss and its effects still lingered. Satisfied they relaxed as Philip opened the communication center and requested arrival information for an incoming vessel from the flight control center. He typed in the J-type's transponder code as the ship's identification and was surprised when it wasn't questioned. It seemed the Somir connection carried a great deal of weight on Byss.

"Now we wait, Saraid," Philip said as he pulled her close to kiss her. It occured to him he was definitely sorry he had made that vow.

Flash Message from Flight Control:

J-type craft in question has entered Byss air space and landed at a remote, private spaceport. Location classified.

Owner registry: Jon P Burke

End transmission

"That makes sense, I suppose. Who else would have followed us from Corellia? Jon must have known immediately. I wonder why he didn't follow us here."

Philip paced back and forth, wondering what Jon's scheme was. Finally it hit him.

"Damn, Sariad! Jon's gone to get Braedon alone. Athena's men will kill him in an instant! Well, there's no way I can get there in time to help him now. I'll have to call for authorization to travel to the compound and it would seem strange if I did it in the middle of the night. I hope Jon can wait until morning for help."

He held her close seeking to reassure both of them. If Jon failed and Braedon was killed in the escape attempt, his body would be lost forever. He nuzzled her neck softly and kissed it lightly.

"Philip, I..I..am tempted as I stand next to you. Something we have yet to do. I can not do so as you look as such. There is something I wished to do to you again my Philip. I have done it once to the man in the body of Dr. Burke when he was Lord Guychard and I had wings. When I danced for you, do you recall what it was my love? The end of the dance, before I cocooned myself within my wings the last time?"

"Of course, my beautiful Saraid… how could I ever forge…"

Philip was cut off as his Dancer fell to the floor in pain.

"Saraid! What's the matter," he cried in dismay. Then she seemed to relax, or at least the pain went away. She was obviously still very upset by the experience.

"Philip, I received a message from the Princess of Y'Sad. She has given me an order to remain here. She knows it's you in Dr. Burke's body and vice versa. She said something about hiding herself with a shield... or Sith would know about her. But the Princess needs to know where we are. I think she wants to help, Philip. Please let her. Princess Fiore has done so much for us in the last 5 years and she now needs me. I must help her. How can we let her know where we are? I don't have the Force to talk to her."

Philip's jaw dropped in surprise. Fiore was here? And she just spoke to Saraid? She must really be desperate to help Jon.

"I… I can speak with her as she just did you, my love… I can tell where we are. If she come, Saraid…" Philip said worriedly as he looked into her eyes.

"If she comes, she may wish to kill me… and I won't fight her. I was hoping this confrontation wouldn't occur until after the bodies are exchanged, but, that doesn't seem possible now."

He looked at her sadly and asked, "Shall I call her?"