The captains conference room aboard the Whaladon had been many things and played host to many discussions. Most recently, it had become a command centre of sorts for the Jedi. As traffic within the convoy was restricted to combat air patrols, all communication between the Whaladon and Jedi stationed aboard other vessels came directly via a secure channel to the conference room. Jedi Knight Daria Nytherciria stood in front of the table that dominated the room, unseeing eyes fixed on a flickering, holographic image of Navaria Tarkin.

“I'm currently awaiting clearance from Commodore Tyree to leave the Challenger. I'll join you soon, but don't delay this meeting on my behalf.”

She nodded, a sober set to her features. “Understood. Daria out.”

With the tap of a button, the image of Navaria vanished.

Behind Daria, the door to the conference room slid open. She turned towards the sound, resisting the impulse to lay one hand over the lightsaber hilt that was fixed to her belt.