The Room of a Thousand Fountains

You are nearly to the Room of a Thousand fountains when you feel a strong presence in the **** in a data room to your left. A power, one of the light side, burns brightly there. You can't help but investigate.

In the data room, a Jedi is pacing. A tanned woman—muscular yet feminine—with dark hair cropped about her face and two short braids on either side of her face. She is clad in exceedingly well-fitted cloths and leathers, with a pair of simple-yet-bold lightsaber hilts clipped at her hips.

Serra Keto. She is already turning to you as you appear in the doorway.

Impressively, she has already sensed your threat, understanding your intentions before she recognizes you. Her lush green blades are thrumming in her hands before the recognition reaches her face, and it both sad and bitter. A guarded Jar'Kai opening stance, wide and tense: one blade braced before her, the other readied to swing from behind.

"Skywalker..." she murmers. "No, of course. We should have known. We all should've known."

You take a moment to drink in the sight of her long, toned legs under her skirt as she talks. Simple brown cloth, as befitted a Jedi Knight, but short by Jedi standards...her skirts had caused a great deal of controversy among the women of the Jedi Temple.

"You're too damn competitive, flyboy."