Tasi was always an attentive, responsible and studious Padawan, so you didn't understand how they could accuse her of such a betrayal. It had been a somewhat tough mission, fighting a network of Trandoshan slavers in Ryloth on the outskirts of the city of Nabat, in the velvet a Jedi Master you did not know was killed by a blaster shot in the chest and abdomen, the next thing you knew was that Tasi, your padawan was blamed for what happened, all because she was the only one in the place during the attack, removing the slavers of course, now you were thinking hard how to prove her innocence, maybe look for some witness of the attack with the Trandoshan who escaped or appeal for her with the order, but you're running out of options. You knew she hadn't, you were sure, you could feel it, the force in her was strong no doubt but there was no presence of hatred or anger in her. Tasi approached you, carefully, standing static next to you, expressionless, looking at you sitting in the pilot seat of the ship.

—What do we do now, Master?—His voice was soft, barely a whisper, as if he was looking for a guide but also didn't want to drag you