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reflect. He had called them back for Qui-Gon's sake.

"Not ready I am to let you go," Yoda said. "Yet let you go, I must."

CHAPTER 2

It all started with a young boy who liked to build things.

Talesan Fry was ten years old. He had long ago become bored with
school. He much preferred to be home, in his room, working with devices he
had built himself. At the age of eight, he had set up a communication
system in his home that used voice activation to track his movements. At
the age of nine, he had discovered how to get around it by giving the
system a false reading so that his mother was never exactly sure where he
was or what he was doing. Now, at the age of ten, he had moved on to spying
on his neighbors. Perhaps it was a normal pursuit for a young boy, but in
this case, Taly made a special effort to spy on neighbors who went to great
lengths not to be overheard.

Breaking into the main comm channels on his homeworld of Cirrus was
too easy. What Taly liked to do was lurk. He would break into the secure
channels, past the security gates, opening one after the other with a few
tweaks and clicks on his system. He never heard anything very interesting.
Politicians. Security officers. Corporate vice presidents. Nobody with
anything worth saying, in his opinion. Still, he kept lurking, because he
liked to do what was forbidden.

And then one day he heard something interesting. At first, it wasn't
enough to even raise his head from the sleep couch, where he was listlessly
flying a model of a Gion speeder by remote. He heard a quick exchange, a
communication about a job coming up.

"Negative," someone said. "Concussive missiles attract too much
attention in close quarters."

"Wouldn't hurt to have them. I don't care what our employer says. He's
not doing the job, we are. No blood on his hands. I want to be able to
blast my way out if I have to."

Slowly, Taly raised his head.

"If it comes to that, you'll have half the galactic security force on
your tail. It's got to be in and out, quiet and quick."

"You think bagging the leader of - "

"No names." The voice was curt. Taly now had his ear against the
transmitter. He had activated a recording rod.

His eyes widened as he listened. He could pick out five distinct