Stellan glanced at Nib, who looked up from the computer terminal she had commandeered the moment the situation became clear, Burry at her side, monitoring news feeds.

The gray-haired Jedi shook her head. “Nothing from Stokes or Zettifar.”

Burryaga grunted. Soh looked to Stellan for a translation.

“There is amateur footage of the attack being broadcast from the shipyards.”

The chancellor was already up and walking back toward the holowall. “Show me.”

With a nod from Stellan, the young Wookiee transmitted the images to the nearest projector droid. Static-blown footage of the assault stretched across the wall, looking as though it was being recorded from the Innovator itself. Behind him, Rhil gasped as scav droids streamed through a gaping hole in the hangar’s ceiling only to be met by brave Cyclorrians armed with blasters, firing up from the Innovator’s hull.

“They’ve breached the defenses,” Larep moaned.

“And are largely being held at bay by the Cyclorrians,” Stellan pointed out.

“But where are your Jedi?” Quo asked.

Stellan turned back to Nib and Burry. “Can we see what’s going on outside the hangar?”

Nib checked her controls. “Official signals are being jammed. There’s no way to access the feeds.”

“Then how are we seeing this?” Soh asked, indicating the scrambled image.

Nib shrugged. “The Cyclorrians are some of the most ingenious engineers in the known galaxy. They must have found a way to bypass the Nihil’s blockers.”

“Then they need to pass the knowledge on to official channels,” Reza snapped.

Stellan peered closer at the footage, trying to see what was happening beyond the breach. There were stuttering flashes of light, barely more than a cluster of pixels. Where were Indeera and Bell? The Cyclorrians were putting up a fine defense, space-suited insectoids even tackling scav droids on the surface of the Innovator, fighting hand-to-manipulator-arm to save the pride of Soh’s fleet, but they were shipbuilders, not soldiers.

“What is the nearest Temple Outpost to Cyclor?” he asked out loud.

Burryaga responded in Shyriiwook.

“Derra? I see. So the marshal is …”

“Tera Sinube,” Nib provided.

Stellan tapped the comlink sewn into the sleeve of his robes. “This is Council Member Gios. Patch me through to Master Sinube on Derra.”

There was a click and then a young voice responded promptly.

“This is Master Sinube.”

Stellan had met Sinube at his investiture and had been impressed with the Cosian, who had risen swiftly up the ranks in recent years.

“Master Sinube, there has been an incident on Cyclor, or rather above it.”

“At the shipyards, yes, we know.”

“We have lost contact with the Jedi assigned to the Innovator …”

He didn’t have to finish the sentence. “I have dispatched a team to offer assistance. A squadron of Vectors led by Jedi Engle.”