A sinister figure was waiting for a message. He'd been waiting for almost two days since the last message he'd received from his apprentice. And he was starting to lose faith in him.
Suddenly, a storm trooper walked up to him, saluted and said, "There's a transmission waiting for you, sir."
"Patch it through," said the Inquisitor, walking to the desk in the middle of the battle room on the bridge of the Star Destroyer. Pressing a button on the side of the desk, the Inquisitor opened up a communication line with whoever was calling. The image shocked him slightly. It was a teenage girl with spiky hair, pointed ears, burn marks on her upper arms, pointed finger nails, bizarre facial features and a triangular tail with matted fur above its beginning of a triangle.
"Hello, Inquisitor," said the teenager. "Taking your time to find us rogue Jedi, aren't you?"
"And what makes you think it's smart for an exiled Jedi to contact a Sith using the HoloNet?" asked the Inquisitor, not believing the stupidity of the Jedi in the Hologram.
"You are nothing like an actual Sith Lord," said the teenager, shaking her head. "You're barely a Dark side Adept."
As the Inquisitor opened his mouth to reply, the girl held up her hand and said, "Don't even think about making fun of me saying that stuff. I've seen and fought them before. It's nothing to laugh about."
The Inquisitor began thinking about what's the girl was saying. Maybe... No she couldn't be her, could she?
"Aren't you gonna follow Imperial procedure and ask where I am?" asked the teenager with a smirk.
"Why?" replied the Inquisitor. "We could easily track you through this system."
"So you think," sighed the girl. "It's not going to work. I'm using stuff from way before the Clone Wars, so it's not up to date."
'From before the Clone Wars,' thought the Inquisitor. 'But she only looks about fifteen. How's that possible?'
"I'll narrow it down then," said the teenager, seeing the Inquisitor wasn't about to ask her her whereabouts. "I'm on a planet beginning with 'J'. And I'm likely to see you soon."
The hologram closed off and the Inquisitor was left slightly baffled.
Then realisation clicked.
This teenager wasn't who she seemed to say she was. And he actually knew her very well as well.
"Sir, do you know her?" asked a trooper in the room.
"Bring me any files on the Jedi Neeran," ordered the Inquisitor. "Let's find out more about this rogue Jedi."
"Yes, sir," said the trooper as he rushed off to find any files on this 'Neeran' character.
Thoughts whirled through the Inquisitors head as he remembered this Jedi from his childhood.
'Neeran,' thought the Inquisitor. 'You never had a last name, a mysterious and apparently dreadful past, many insanities and you've not been seen in 15 years. Why have you shown up now?"