*POV is unknown for dramatic effect*

A lone, hooded figure leant up against the wall in a dark corner of a shabby Lower Level bar. He drinks nothing, and does nothing but stand there. When the multicolored lighting shifts, one can see that his eyes are focused straight ahead.

To an outsider, he would have looked, well, out of place, but he had been coming to this bar every night for several days, and the regular customers and bar staff had gotten used to him. They saw a fair amount of odd loners like this one hanging around.

But this was no regular loner. His deep brown eyes and slightly lighter brown skin contrasted against his woolen robes, brown cloak and shiny, metal right hand with something less common than with the next person, and there was something strange about the way he moved. He would never drink anything. He was the type who didn’t seem to have much purpose in life. But on this particular evening, he did.

A stranger entered the bar. Heads turned as he walked by, for he had the air of someone in favor of nobility. He definitely wasn’t the kind of scum you would find at a bar like this. He wore nicer clothing than the others, and walked with a lot more confidence in his step than those who came to drown their troubles in drink.

He walked over to the lone man in the corner. “Why did you ask for me?” he inquired softly in an Alderaanian accent.

“I don’t know whom else to trust,” he replied in a cool tone. “The Imperial Senate is restless, and more and more clone legions are being sent out to find any possible Jedi survivors.”

“But I’m always willing to help a Jedi Knight. I have before.”

“And I appreciate that, Senator Organa, but I needed to tell somebody. I don’t remember who I am, and other than that I was involved with the Jedi, I can’t think of anything else except that I had an encounter with the Emperor recently.”

“Let me see your face,” said the Senator. “It might give me a clue as to who you are.”

The man took off his hood, and Bail Organa was dumbstruck. “I can’t believe it,” he said quietly.

“What? Do you know who I am?”

“I do,” he said. “It’s a miracle you survived the attack on the Jedi Temple. Your name is Windu – Mace Windu.”