Kirk remembered how, after Earth won the Space War against the aliens, the once-mighty alien race had vanished from the universe. Perhaps they hadn't been completely wiped out, but their decline had been inevitable.
"Hey, you're a real piece of work." Someone sat down beside Kirk, holding a bottle of space soda.
It was Young Master Bai.
"How am I a piece of work?" Kirk pulled himself together and teased Young Master Bai.
"Damn, you've done plenty of shady things. First," Young Master Bai said, holding up one finger. "You knew there were plenty of opportunities on Coruscant and that it was safe. Why didn't you tell me? We came from the same space, after all, didn't we?"
Kirk smiled wryly. "I didn't know that staying on Coruscant would mean we'd run into a Sith attack and could take advantage of the Jedi headquarters to get some benefits. Besides, if I'd told you then, would you have believed me?"
Young Master Bai shrugged. "I might not have believed you, but you still should've told me. Second, when you saw us running for our lives on Geonosis, why didn't you ask Master Yoda to rescue us?"
Kirk smiled. "I really should've left you all to fend for yourselves in that wasteland. Do you have any idea how many times I've helped you?"
Young Master Bai glared at him. "Bullshit! I was about to get to the third point! I saw Wang Han! My grandfather really admires her talent. She hid it well, but that trademark combination of illusion magic, being a Domain Expert, being a woman, and being from Earth—you think you could fool me?"
Kirk raised an eyebrow. "So what?"
Young Master Bai bowed low. "Boss, I was blind and failed to recognize a treasure. Since you had an inside