Gath Pok was turning off the side corridor and was about to enter the docking bay where his shuttle waited for it's passengers to board, when he heard a voice that froze him in his tracks. "Oooo, you've got sexy legs there Doc Pak." The Nirilese spun around and found himself face to face with the Jedi Pehn Orell. "What the hell are you doing? I can't be seen with you! It's death for anyone to be near a Jedi. You in particular." Pehn stared at him for a moment. "Why me in particular?" "The word has been sent out to all military commanders and bounty hunters. This Emperor Palpatine wants you in a bad way. Alive. The order says it does not matter how many people are killed, but you are to be taken alive." The Cerinian knew why he wanted her. She'd heard Obi Wan's tale of what happened at Mustafar. Skywalker was too damaged to be a Sith. His control of the Force would be diminished because there was so little of him that was still natural. Yes, Palpatine wanted her to be his apprentice. He'd most likely heard what had happened with Vinzer. "I know it will put you at risk, but I need you to help me. I need you to alter my appearance." "Why would I do that? My lab is on Coruscant, within sight of the Jedi Temple! You will be spotted, and I have a wife and two young sons that I will not endanger." "Please!" She pleaded, resisting the temptation to try and use mind tricks with him. "It is important to the future of the galaxy." "What, you can see into the future?" Pok asked derisively. "No. I will learn to comunicate with myself in the past. It happened two days ago." The man rolled his eyes. "You've got to come up with something better than that." "How about if I can prove it? Will you help me?" The Jedi said with a smile. "If you can prove it, yes, I'll help you. But how can you prove it?" "My future self mentioned a name when she talked to me. I'm hoping it means something to you." "And what name is that my little Cerinian?" Pok asked. "Kirk." Pok gave her the adress of his lab on Coruscant. "Find a way to get there." "I will. So that name does mean something to you?" "Oh yes!" He said with a laugh. "I have two younger brothers. Their father's name is James Kirk. And I have never mentioned the name Kirk to anyone here. Not even to my wife. That is why I believe you." A siren sounded up the hall. ""That's my shuttle, so I have to go. You can tell me more when we meet on Coruscant." "I will. And may the Force be with you." She said. "Good God, why? You might not have noticed, but this Force has not been too cooperative lately." Orell just nodded sadly and turned away. Pok had known she'd be here, just as he knew what she faced when she got to Coruscant. But he also knew she would be fine. And he couldn't wait to meet David Kirk's son Joshua. Thirty minutes later, Pehn Orell was entering hyperspace, bound for the world Doroub. There she would store her fighter and catch a ride to Coruscant with some smugglers who owed her a couple favors.