Alpheridies.  Not her home originally, but the home of her people.  She had been born on Dromund Kaas, the Sith capital, raised as a slave, only to escape during an attack on her Master's house.  After days of wandering, and being on the verge of starvation, a member of a cult known as The Order of Revan took her in, raised her.  Alpheridies didn't become her home until after she met the Jedi that would take her from that dark and dangerous world where she and her adoptive family were hunted by Empire Sith and considered heretics.<br/><br/>Alpheridies held strong, fond memories for her.  She wondered how it might have changed in recent centuries.  "I will gather my things."<br/><br/>But, before she left, there was something to take care of.  Turning to the Cathar, she said, "I apologize if my words hurt you.  Sometimes, the truth is a sword too sharp.  As to my thoughts, I sometimes forget how they can at times project.  Usually, I am more guarded."<br/><br/>When Kuewokka answered Aethan, she opened her mouth and closed it.  A weapon of that size could devastate worlds far bigger than Taris or Dantooine without trying, "We will have to hurry, then.  The Luka Sene...yes."  Without another word, she poured the Force into her legs, rushing off with incredible speed.  She had to pack her few belongings and get back to the ship.  Time was of the essence.<br/><br/>But she wasn't sure why the old Wook wanted her to go.  A diplomat, she was not.  But she would give it her best shot, nonetheless.