The skies were black and misty as Ayanna landed her ship. No one was around, good. It's what she would've prefered. She had not paid for access to the landing strip and certainly didn't intend to.

Noise and commotion bellowed from a cantina a few yards ahead. Better place to start than any.

She entered, it was filled with filthy male Twi'leks, and slave girls pampering them, begging for money non-verbally.

She sat herself at a table alone, and flicked her fingers to a dancer who proceeded to leave.

She glanced to a screen on the wall, it was articles of the local HoloNet...... Wait a second..... "The Chosen One Lives!"???....

She walked to a bartender who was happily laughing at the girls as they danced. She pulled his by his throat.

"What's this about "The Chosen One Lives"? Is it just a laugh?"

She squeezed his throat tightly until he answered

The bartender urged for air.

"I don't know Miss! I don't know if it is a joke! Rumour is just spreading that The Chosen One, according to the ancient prophecy of the Jedi, still lives.... Not that anybody gives a damn.... Why you so interested?"

"That's my concern!"

She dropped him, and left as quickly as she had arrived..... She had to find someone who would know something of this matter.

The Secura's

That family had been in charge over most matters for years.

Tol Secura was her next stop.