"I got word that Tero's dead," Cyn said. Her eyes welled. Drak was struck by a sword, those words were hard to believe, but something was off. They walked together in the crowded street and spoke with a low voice. She wore a black robe over what he assumed was a flight suit with armour on it underneath. Colored signs flashed reds, yellows and purples onto them. Sounds of music blasted from the different cantinas, clubs and tapcafes, and wealthy businessmen were seen holding onto Twi'lek escorts.<br/><br/>"But you don't believe he's dead," he deduced.<br/><br/>She looked at him, surprised, but then nodding in approval. "He always thought you were the best of the best. That's why-" She paused, not ready to continue.<br/><br/>Drak knew Cyn, but not very well. Ever since Tero joined the Rebel Alliance, he married Cyn, and Drak had difficulty keeping in contact with them. They could never visit Coruscant, the center of the Empire, or risk capture. In fact his job required him to arrest her right now. But she was family, and he didn't care much for the Empire. Drak would usually go out to visit them, out of the core on a remote planet. Cyn being here was a huge risk on her part, but she also wasn't in as much sorrow as one would be after a death. She came here to the heart of the Empire to talk to Drak about something she couldn't say over comlink, not to simply say that Tero was dead.<br/><br/>"What's going on?" he pressed from her. She seemed to have difficulty finding the words, but he needed to know.<br/><br/>"For the past three months he'd been on a mission," she explained. "Something eyes only, they couldn't tell me. I'd get some coded messages from him, telling me he's okay, that he loves me... then three weeks ago they stopped." Her eyes welled some more, and her voice cracked. "They wouldn't tell me anything for a time. I kept asking for an update but all I got was silence. I was-" she paused. "Finally a Bothan came to see me, he wanted me to call him Joreth; I don't know if it was his real name. He said he was from the Bothan Spynet, and Tero was working with them in some Rebel Alliance joint operation. He was undercover, trying to figure out something big," she sighed in frustration. "Joreth didn't give me much, he simply told me that Tero was dead."<br/><br/>"So what changed then?" Drak asked, feeling a need for information, he wanted to know everything, every detail, the mission, the people... the investigator inside him was screaming for answers.<br/><br/>"The coded messages," she explained, a bit more confident now. "Before they stopped, I used to get them directly to my comlink. Only Tero knew the way to reach me, and we used a specific algorithm for the code. Two days after Joreth told me he was dead, I got another coded message."<br/><br/>Drak held his breath. He thought Cyn may have just been grieving, trying to find any evidence no matter how unlikely that Tero was still alive. No, this was real. This was evidence. Tero could still be alive. It gave him hope and washed away the sorrow he felt in the back of his mind.<br/><br/>"I used the same algorithm," she explained. "It didn't say he was okay, it didn't mention his name..."<br/><br/>"How do you know it was him?" He asked eagerly.<br/><br/>"Because of the algorithm," she told him. "and because of what it said." She held up her comlink for him to hear. He pulled it close, and a robotic voice translated a series of clicks and sounds in the background. It simply said, "Drak, find Colarroka."<br/><br/>A sudden well of emotions filled Drak. In one moment he was told his little brother was dead, then a moment later he was alive and talking to him. He still remembers the games he and Tero used to play, like security and smugglers where they chased each other down with toy blasters. Drak won most of the time, except when he let Tero win. Drak loved his brother, and despite some teasing, he was always protective of him. Especially after their father died. He now knew that nothing else mattered. Not his job, not his life, not until he finds his brother.<br/><br/>"Do you know what he means by Collarroka?" she asked him eagerly, obviously sitting on this mystery for a few days.<br/><br/>He nodded his head, "Yeah, he's a trader. Scum of the galaxy. Only deals with the black market. Or should I say he IS the black market. He's one of the best and he's hard to track down. No one can find him. He finds you, and he never deals with cops or anyone that could get him caught. He seems to have a sixth sense for those kinds of things."<br/><br/>"So I guess all is lost then," she said with another tear rolling down her cheek.<br/><br/>"I'm not just anybody, remember?" He said with a cocky attitude. "We'll find Colarroka, together."<br/><br/>"I'm not sure if I can go with you, as much as I want to."<br/><br/>"Why?" He asked, surprised.<br/><br/>She opened her robe to point to her belly, which was a bit showing. "You're going to be an uncle Drak," she explained with a warm smile on her face, her eyes still welling. He smiled and his hopeless heart was filled with such energy that he grabbed her and kissed her on the forehead.<br/><br/>"I'm going to be an uncle," he repeated with enthusiasm. "Why didn't you tell me?"<br/><br/>"Not even Tero knows, he was on the mission when I found out."<br/><br/>"Alright, alright, you can stay at my place while I search for him, and I WILL find Tero alive. Got it?" He told her with assurance. She nodded, hugging him. He then turned to the crowd and yelled at the top of his lungs, "I'm going to be an uncle!" No one cared, in fact a few moved away from him thinking he was dangerous. Cyn laughed for a moment in between the tears. He smiled at her again. Now all he needed to do was find Collarroka to find his brother. He told her, "This kid won't grow up without a father, I promise."