Elesse bites her lip. "Not much... More- amusement?"

"Good, yes. And that much was genuine. I do not think we face an imminent threat from her direction, but I suspect we will be seeing that one again. So we will allow this one chance, and where it leads will determine our course when next we meet."

"Yes, master."

"Go comm the Temple and tell them we need a pickup. I will see about begging the loan of a jail cell from the magistrate."

It's as Elesse is heading back to their ship for the comm that she sees the woman – a muffled presence in the Force, little more than a shadow to Elesse's sight, and no one else is reacting to her despite how odd she is –

Somehow, Elesse knows that she's both proud and grieving.

What is that. She detours.

"Hello?"

Surprise flickers across her expression – and a significantly worse grief surges through Elesse's odd sense of her emotions. She wavers for a moment – nearly fades from view entirely, before a ghostly: "You can see me?"

"Yes. What... are you?"

"A ghost."

"I didn't think ghosts were real."

A wry smile, though her emotions still echo nothing but grief. "The Force contains a great number of mysteries still. Most cannot perceive me – in fact, my apprentice will be rather put out that she's no longer unique there."

"Your apprentice?"

"Yes. She's already disappointed you didn't chase her."

Elesse takes a step back. "The darksider."

Her apparent amusement fades, her grief twisting into sorrow. 

"I will not harm you," she says, somehow even more quietly.

"I'm not quite ready to take that on trust."

"I have been dead a long time. You are only the third to have perceived me, even briefly; only the second I could speak to."

She seems to be fading out.

"Perhaps, in time, you will trust that even Sith do not wish for such a lonely existence."

She certainly seems sad enough for that to be true, but Elesse doesn't know anything about ghosts and she does know some things about darksiders. So. They'll see, as the other one said.

After the ghost disappears, she continues on her way to the ship, deciding against including this last bit in the report. Stick to just the things that involve all alive people.

She's informed that Master Antilles and her padawan Meinwen will be rendezvousing with her at the earliest opportunity.

Great. Definitely who you want for helping with darksiders. Less good for a murder investigation, but maybe Meinwen will do her shatterpoint thing and wrap the whole thing up forty minutes after touching down.

Elesse calls Breha to let her know, and is in turn informed that their investigation will be paused until the others arrive, so that they can keep an eye on the darksider in his cell. So Elesse can bring some of the ration bars to Breha. (Sigh. So much for dinner.)

Well, as soon as the ship lands and she disembarks, Meinwen pulls up short when she sees Elesse.

"Something in my hair?"

"...A shatterpoint. A large one – and a new one."

"Oh. Great."