~The Padawan 2~Chapter 2

Lydia Davis

Ceacilia hooked the droid-caller back to her belt. Ceacilia, A ghastly voice spoke gently in her head. Ceacilia's head bowed in submission. "Master Kenobi?" 
You did your best, Ceacilia. Your Master is proud of you. You did well for a Padawan. 
"But I didn't bring peace Master, I brought chaos, and destruction." 
You're harder on yourself than I am. You need to stop pushing yourself so hard. 
"I try master," Ceacilia looked off into the grass, and trees of the burnt terrain. "I try." 
"Yes, sir."  
Di-Qui strolled along the burnt huts, and shacks, sitting parallel from each other. The Force is strong with her. She was here. So much Chaos went on here. Her intent was pure...Sadly. The chances of me winning her over isn't very high. That will be her demise. Di-Qui squatted, noticing the puddle of blood that his boot was smeared in. He dipped two fingers into the puddle, and raised it to his helmet. His helmet scanned the blood, and matched the sample with multiple creatures, and finally it made a gentle click, the DNA matching that of Ceacilia-Tarifil. He stood in that position, reading the screen carefully. Ceacilia-Tarifil Organa.  He read. Organa? He thought. She's an Organa? This could be a weakness. On he read. Height, 1.727 meters. Pretty tall for a human girl. Qui continued to read through her files, occupations, and statuses. It brought him to nothing besides her family origin, and adoptive relationship. A sigh projected from the steel helmet. The lieutenant approached Di-Qui. "Sir?" He turned around. "Report?"
"Yes sir, so far my troops have found nothing, and no one. We think she's escaped, sir--" 
"No." The words flew out of his mouth, as he arose from his squat. "She's still here. I can sense it. Keep searching, but outside of the town."
"My squadron alone can't cover but so much ground, sir. It's a big planet--" 
Di-Qui seemed to be staring the trooper in the eyes. "I know it's a big planet," His voice raised. "I understand that. I'll get more reinforcements to assist you, but I want that Jedi at it's knees bent to my will, do you hear me?" The stormtrooper flinched at the Ren's upset tone. "Yes Sir." The Stormtrooper departed. 
Qui pulled out his comlink. "Master Ren." 
"Yes, Di-Qui?" 
"The Jedi was here." 
"I know that. Isn't that the reason why I sent you there?" 
"Yes Master, forgive me for reporting the obvious. I need more troops. She fled the town, but we believe she is still in the perimeter. The lieutenant complains for more men."
"Give it what it wants. I want that Jedi at my mercy."
"Thank you, Master. Qui, out."