Accismus?????.? Anakin Skywalker?????.?

99.

'Understood, my Lord. The Jedi will not be harmed.'

--- 

Sol was greeted with a hallway. Once she slipped through the metal door that remained ajar, she took cautious steps towards the end of the unlit walls. The blade of her lightsaber would act as an efficient torch, but Sol was wary of revealing her weapon so easily on Coruscant's lower levels. Jedi were outlawed and if she were to continue to walk the streets unseen, Sol would have to let her poncho hide the silver cannister attached to her utility belt. 

She had no choice but to walk through the dark towards the faint light at the end of the hallway. It appeared to be a doorway that emitted lights of red and warm yellow. Nothing in the Force alerted Sol of a signature that was of any danger, but her own nerves and unease made it so that Sol wasn't quick to rush towards the light. The darkness was unsettling, but at least Sol felt like she could remain in it and not be in any danger. But someone had been watching her in the alleyway, and it was in the place that Sol had once called her home. Whoever resided in the red and yellow light at the end of the hallway could be of some help towards Sol's greater goal. 

A beaded curtain hung in front of her. Her gloved hand reached out to part the strands and a jingle sounded from the collisions of beads. Sol let her shoulder slip through, and she surveyed the singular, cramped room.

It was small with no windows to allow for the limited amount of natural light the lower levels received from above. The red and yellow lighting came from some lava lamps that sat in a cluster in the corner. Incents of lavender and musk wafted and added to the stuffy air that was near suffocating. Round tables were covered in corked bottles and small wooden chests. Symbols were carved into the tops of pots and candles burned with wax dripping onto tabletops. From the beaded curtains to the exotic rugs covering the metal-paneled floors, Sol felt as if she had just walked into a fortune-teller's hut. 

'You have grown into a beautiful woman, my dear.'

Sol was made aware of the figure in the corner. Behind a table filled with gemstones in piles and what appeared to be a paper match-up dial, was a species of orange skin and small eyes. Its eye sockets were large compared to the eyes in their centre, and beads hung around its wrinkled neck. No hair grew from its skin, and after years in the shade of the city's high buildings, a sheer and dehydrated layer coated the species' appearance. With three fingers on each hand, the humanoid stared at Sol in the doorway with a close-lipped smile on its face.

'Just as the ghost said you would, you have returned after all these years,' the croaky voice came again.

'You know me?' 

'I have known you for a while. I watched you from when you were as young as you could possibly remember.'

After the jingle of the bead curtain ceased, Sol stopped in front of the table that separated her and the small humanoid. Her brow sat over her eyes in confusion and bewilderment. While the orange-skinned species peered up at her through puffy eyelids, Sol searched her brain for any remembrance of this person who claimed to know her.

'Your eyes were different then. But I suppose I haven't seen you since the Jedi took you-'

'You said about a ghost. Are you talking about Satele? Satele Shan?' 

'Indeed,' it lowered its head with its voice smooth in its reply. 'She came to me to tell me that you were coming. She tells me your destiny is approaching.' 

Sol lowered herself onto a stool in front of the table. Her eyes never left the species before her and her yearn to ask a thousand questions was building in her throat. This was the only person that Sol had met that knew of her before she joined the Jedi Order. Not only that, but this person seemed to somehow be in contact with Satele. If Sol didn't know any better and hadn't grown up in the ways of the Jedi, she wouldn't have assumed that the Force had guided Sol back to Coruscant.