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"No, Nar Shadaa was the worst. On that track, not only did you have to avoid obsticals, but you were racing backwards on the track, which was also shared by other swoop riders. Oh, and we had to beat a droid." Kira said, sipping the Juma Juice that had just arrived. Perhaps if she was distracted with the swoops she wouldn't feel such a large tug on her mind from the Shard. The power was hard to ignore...

"I think it's got something to do with the Force." Atton explained to the Doctor, "Some technique she learned from Revan during the Wars."

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Brax watched them slip into the cantina, a few moments later he ducked in with a small crowd of humans, and selkath. A quick glance around the room spotting them at a table near one wall, he slipped over to his own table, in a palce where he could keep an eye on them. Looking around the place. He hadn't eaten in several days, so decided what the hell, and ordered a bite to eat. He kept his mind active, focusing his invsiiblty just on the small group he was watching. It made it harder, so that if one of them should leave the group, or actively look for him specifically ... it might become a problem.

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Revan sat in the turret, in deep meditation.

There is no ignorance......

He received flashes of images. Kira sitting in a cantina, aling with Atton, Disciple, Karda, the Doctor, Tegan, Nyssa.....

there was something else there. He reached out with the Force, willing it to guide his thoughts. He felt the hostile alien mind. He had followed them. Again.

Coming out of the meditation a little faster than his masters would have liked, he jumped down the turret well, ignoring the nausea accompanying the passage through the gravity well. He landed in a crouching position, remove his lightsaber from his belt, and stood, heading for the docking ramp.

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"He's been meditating for a while, Revan has had other things on his mind." Karda noticed Jasra give him a brief glance. She then hastily added, "Erm...so, I've been told."

 

Right, Karda thought, I think you've been more than told. "He'll come out in the city when he feels like he." He added aloud.

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Jasra felt like there were eyes burning a hole in the back of her head. She assumed it might be Karda, but she wasn’t sure. Either way, she didn’t dare to turn to confront him.

 

Where’s Crystal? she worried. She’d be able to tell me who’s trying to get into my head. Why didn’t she come with us to the cantina? Is there something about waterworlds she doesn’t like? Or maybe I offended her, she thought.

 

She hoped not. After all, Crystal had taught her a lot. And saved her life. Sure, she looked a lot like her old master now, but she was still Crystal inside. She wouldn’t abandon her, would she? Old fears began to rise.

 

Feeling uncomfortable, she politely excused herself from the table. “I’m going to go and place a bet,” she said to Kira. “You obviously know the circuit. Any recommendations?”

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Crystal entered the cantina slowly, eyes darting one way and then another. She was terribly unhappy to be on Manaan, especially since one of the shards of the Key was here. She felt it jeering at her. It knew she wanted nothing to do with it... she couldn't explain it, but the shard seemed to have its own essence, its own personality. It called seductively to Kira; it mocked and jeered at Crystal.

 

She heard Jasra's intent to bet on a swoop race and shuddered. What a waste of money! Then again, there was the possibility of Jasra's winning the bet. Crystal sighed. That damn shard had played with more than her physical appearance...

 

She abruptly sat down next to Karda and began working at ignoring everything and everyone around her.

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Jasra relaxed a bit when Crystal sauntered into the cantina. It comforted her to have her near her.

 

“It feels like someone’s watching me,” she blurted to Crystal through her thoughts. “Or trying to read my thoughts. I’m not sure if it’s Karda. Are you able to…?”

 

She frowned slightly. She suddenly sensed something was bothering Crystal. Perhaps it was the shard? She flicked her eyes at Kira. Was it affecting Crystal like it was affecting her?

 

“Everything okay?” she asked Crystal.

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"The shard..." Crystal murmured, staring blankly at Jasra. "It affects me exactly the opposite way it does Kira. It calls to her, challenges her to find it, to take it. For me, it laughs, mocking me..." She shuddered.

 

"Not to mention my last visit to Manaan didn't go so well..." she added with hesitation.

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Jasra was a bit worried about Crystal. But she wasn’t certain if this was the appropriate time to ask her more about the shard or about her last visit to Manaan. Well, not now at least. Not in front of the others.

 

“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Jasra told Crystal. “Just going to place a bet. Have to try and recoup the loss of my ship somehow. Seeing as Togo didn’t pay me,” she added quietly.

 

She strolled over to the betting lounge to check out the stats on the jockey’s past performances.

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Now if I wasn't a Jedi, that would be a nice occupation thought Karda as he watched the swoop racers. He glanced over at Crystal, who was deep in thought. Now where have I seen that face before? Her new face reminds me of someone.

 

He thought back, just wondering who it was she reminded him of. A Jedi, most likely. Perhaps Master Kyaran? No, not him. He searched through all the different faces he remembered. More like Master, let me see- Kelva, he thought.

 

Remembering the time when he had met her briefly, his thoughts wondered to the Jedi Civil War, and the Jedi Purge. Wonder what happened to her? And her padawan?

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Brax watched Jasra get up, then pause as Crystal entered, and then move off. It would be hard to include her in his cloack, but he tried ... but he knew it wasn't working right. She would be able to see him if she glanced at him. So he shrugged, and pushed up, and walked toward her. He smirked a bit, and did the opposite of what he had tried at first ... pulling her into his invisiblty, so that the others wouldn't be able to see her very well.

 

If she realized it was happening she could call out, or something, but she likely wouldn't right away. He moved up behind her int he line to the betting machine. "Long time, Jasra." He said softly, "well, maybe not so long. Don't run, don't scream ... don't alert your friends via whatever private means you have. Just wander over to the table there in the corner that is empty. I want to talk." He moved off, glancing back at her, then taking a seat.

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His eyes felt heavy with sleep, tracking Dark Jedi was never easy, but easy wasn't for the Jedi. He was dressed in civilian attire, like the locals and kept his Lightsaber saftely hidden. The heavy, modified blaster, set at a crossdraw attracted the most attention anyway. The rumours he'd recieved about this Clir'ence made his skin crawl. Going more off senstations and unctions of the Force, he had found his prey.

 

Strangely, the Force pulled his attention elsewhere. He could feel a stiring...then, it happened. A woman just vanished out of thin air. Not something you witness every day. That was unusual...why was the Force still calling to him? There was something important happening here....

 

(sorry, gotta play Marine, will add more later)

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Jasra froze when she heard a hushed voice whisper in her ear. She didn’t have to turn around. The memory of Brax’s voice was very fresh in her mind. Her eyes flicked from side to side. The cantina was crowded. A confrontation here would most likely cause a lot of casualties, especially since most of the sentients in here were unarmed and the Selkath’s laws on weapons were strict. She felt she had no option but to obey him.

 

She swallowed hard. Quietly, as to not to cause any suspicion to any of the others, she finished placing her bet, then started towards the table that Brax had indicated, just as if she was simply going to watch the race that was about to start.

 

She frowned slightly as she approached. It was odd that no one seemed to be taking any notice of him. Sure he was wearing inconspicuous clothing and a hooded cloak, but everyone who passed the table seemed to look through him, not at him. Except for her. Strange, she thought. He must be using some form of unusual stealth shield.

 

She cautiously sat down next to him, her back to Kira and the others, and trying to hide her mounting fear. She couldn’t help but notice the sharp, red claws that softly and rhythmically, tapped on the table. Unconsciously, her hand moved under her cloak to touch the razor-edged slices in her tunic left by her earlier encounter with him. One swipe of those claws and it would all be over for her. But then again, if Brax had just wanted to kill her, he would have done it while she was in the betting line. He was scary, but he wasn’t impulsive. He was purposeful. She knew that from fighting with him. And even though she was afraid, she was also curious. He had said that he had just wanted to talk. She just hoped she wasn't being foolish and he had been lying.

 

“There are Jedi here,” she quietly stated, in a futile attempt that the knowledge might provide some, if only a little, protection from an attack.

 

“Yes,” he answered softly, although whether or not his reply was in anticipation of conflict, in acknowledgment of her fear, or merely in simple agreement, she could not tell.

 

She swallowed, not looking at him directly, but keeping her eyes focused on the swoop track viewing screen. “You wanted to talk to me,” she said bravely, but in a low tone. “So, talk.”

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"The circuit's grown bigger since I was last here..." Atton commented, "There're a lot more racers here than I remember..."

"It doesn't seem to me as if any of them are too skilled, though," Disciple answered, "Their times show that much."

However, the whole conversation seemed to be happening miles away for Kira. She sat with her elbows on the table, the heels of her palms digging into her temples, a far-off look in her eyes. The Shard was calling again. She was able to deny it...but it hurt. It physically hurt. Her head pounded in rythem with her beating heart, causing her concentration to waver.

I have to deny it...I have to hold it off for now...

Pathetic girl...you cannot resist my power...

Her head seemed to errupt with fire. She shut her eyes, doing everything she could to resist screaming out. The heels of her palms dug into the sides of her head, as if that could surpress the onslaught of pain...

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"Damn it!" Kira said, her fist slamming down on the table, "I'm fine! It's a stupid shard, I can handle it!"

Her eyes were still forced shut as visions flew through her mind's eye; swirling water, silver machinery, dark shapes moving through what appeared to be walls of water...

It's begging me to come find it... she thought, And it's showing me where to look.

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Kira stood quickly, angry at herself. "I know," she said between clenched teeth, "But there is nothing you can do for me. The Shard is my responsibility and I have to deal with it. Alone."

And with that, she left the cantina, returning to the Hawk.

I need to think this out, she thought, I need to meditate.

Another wave of power from the shard came over her, pain coming blasting after it. Why is it able to do this to me?? It shouldn't be this strong, it shouldn't have such control over me!

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