".... it's been like, years since you found me on Krownest, and I don't even know if this message will get to you..." the crackly recording told her. Displayed there, in a fuzzy hologram, was one Padawan Finla Yallen, a Pantoran girl that Nara had once rescued. "... need some help... not from a Jedi and they told me... you weren't one anymore." Finla looked over her shoulder at something unknown in the background. ".... found something... someone... need help... not supposed to be on my own. Please help.... please." There was a few seconds of static. "... my only hope."
There had been some co-ordinates attached to the message. Garbled ones, shot through with interference like the rest of the message. They lead to somewhere in or near Mos Eisley, however. The reason why it'd been so messy and choppy? Because Padawan Finla had sent it through a public holonet channel. By the time it reached Nara's datapad, it must've pinged off twenty different databases, net sniffers and scanners. No encryption either. Nara always had time for a rule breaker, but she had scant regard for people who lacked basic holonet security.
Just a kid. Just a kid who's going to get a hard lesson at this rate.
By the time she'd arrived in Mos Eisley, Nara couldn't be sure who else'd heard the message. Had it pinged it's way to the Order, with Knights out to check? Had some gang of slavers or thugs picked it up, hoping for a ransom or saber bounty? As much as she hated to admit it, there was a good chance that some Sith had picked it up, looking for an easy kill. Or capture. She didn't know which was worse.
Dressed as casually as she could manage for a scorching desert world, Nara sat in the cantina, quietly conversing with a Rodian. Her holocommunicator was frozen on Finla's picture, showing it to them.
"You're sure it was this girl?"
"Yeah. Not many Pantorans round these parts lately. Specially so young. Looked out of her depth." The Rodian wheezed a little. "Can't quite remember where..."
Nara groaned and flicked a credit chit over to him.
"... seems my memory's getting better. Decommissioned hanger by the spaceport. She's been hanging out there."
Nara grabbed her communicator and stood up instantly. No telling who else might be looking for her. She had to go. Now.