As Derin worked on his Corellian YT-1300 freighter, Des was thinking of her home on Naboo. 'Aughta go back and visit soon.' she mused as she a curse come from Derin. "What is it Derin?" Desdemona asked from her place. "I'm going need another generator and power couplings. And maybe a few other things, not done yet." he replied with a grunt. As he started to remove to the old couplings from the main engine station. "So we're not leaving any time soon?" Where her padawan shook his head, Desdemona cursed vehemently as she went over the brief in her head. 'Son of mother sithin' rancor. How many more setbacks can this damn mission take?' she questioned silently, as drummed on her lightsaber. "Want me to hire a mechanic and buy the parts?" she inquired. As Derin came up from the hole cursing, he nods. Leaving him to his work, Desdemona heads for the market.

Walking through the crowd, Des wished that her old friend from Naboo was here with her. "What happen to him?" she asked herself softly. Looking through the list of parts that her padawan requested, she knew that most while be hell to get. 'But my A-Wing is not a two seat and is not here.' she muses resigned. Stopping at junk shop, she haggled, bribed, and mind tricked her way through Derin's parts list. When she left the shop, Des happen to bump into Kell Tainer and Tyria Sarkin. "Des?" Looking up at the tall mechanic she smiled and hugged him and Tyria. "Hey Kell, how are you?" The mechanic grinned, "I'm good, you?" Desdemona shrugged, "Ok, but my padawan's ship , The Avenger, is inop right now and I volunteered to go get parts for him. Talking about it as they walked back to the Avenger, Des felt envious. But knew that was a waiting game when it comes to love. 'Even through it's not the Jedi way.' she thought. When reached the Corellian YT-1300 freighter, Kell went to help Derin as Tyria went to sit in the lounge. Leaving again, Desdemona decided to wander around for a while. Merging into the crowd, she drifted from here to there. 'Why do I feel this? It never bother me before.' she pondered while stopping to leans on a wall.

'I'm not like other Jedi. I still want a connection to someone.' she thought as the natural light started to dim. "Why am I even a Jedi?" Desdemona asked herself, before sensing someone familiar. 'Can't be, I thought Revyku was dead.' she thinks following the strange disturbance to it source.