Zark's datapad buzzed with a new message. He rolled over and checked his chrono.

"Five-thirty," Zark grumbled. "This better be important."

Zark grabbed his datapad and read the message.

Senior Crewman Zarkheim, please report to my office at once.
-Signed Trevor Evenson-

"Frak," Zark groaned. "I wonder what I did now?"

He got out of bed and got dressed, trying not to wake Roth. Once dressed he made his way to the squadron commander's office.

Once he made it to the CO's office he found not only Trevor waiting but all of the Nazgul leadership was there.

"What did I do?" Zark asked as soon as he entered the room.

"Please sit down Zark." Trevor said.

Zark sat down down ticking things off mentally that he could be in trouble for.

"Zark, we have bad news, it's about your parents."

"What about them Sir?" Zark asked, fidgeting impatiently.

"Their ship was discovered drifting, it had been shot up pretty good, inside ond out. There were no signs of your parents on board, but no escape pods were missing. Our reports say that it is likely they were boarded and captured."

Zark sat there staring at his squadron commander.
"Who would do such a thing?"

"We don't know who to hold responsible." Trevor paused. "We're sending you back to Abrae so you can take care of you... reponsibilities. The transport will be here in less than one hour to pick you up. Be ready. You're dismissed."

Zark noticably shaken, got up from the table and looked to each of the officers, then excused himself from the room.

When Zark got back to his room, he packed his duffel bag with clothes and supplies, grabbed his flight bag and headed for the docking bay. Once in the docking bay he got his datapad out and started writing a message to Ali'shrae, telling her everything he had just been told, and asking for her help.

I really wish I had just done something wrong. Zark thought to himself as he sent the message and stepped onto the transport taking him back to Abrae.