The Surrendered
Corik breathed a sigh. He had never felt such emotion before. He then took a deep breath, only to choke on it when he saw what he least expected. The Capula security forces (what was left of them) had come up to take the captured men back to the cell. Corik saw the symbol they had on their sleeves, the yellow ‘C’. He had remembered it from the destruction of his homeworld Topan not a few months before.
Corik couldn’t understand. The head of the Republic’s economy couldn’t possibly be behind the invasion force, could they? He must have been mistaken. He looked to Master Jurix for guidance, but his bewildered look only made his master ask if he was still feeling alright from his wound. That’s right Corik thought, he doesn’t know about my past.
I can’t give away my suspicions just yet. I need to think this over. Without another thought he headed back to the Temple with Master Jurix, though he did not follow his master to report on the outcome. He instead retired to the solitude of his room, and began putting the pieces together in his head.