Star Wars: Fugitives

[Tysyacha]

STAR WARS: FUGITIVES

Loosely based upon my "Vremya" fanfiction series

 

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

 

Two years after Tysyacha Dvyx, the JEDI EXILE, defeated DARTH TRAYA at Malachor V, she has found that acting upon the most logical of assumptions can lead to the worst of mistakes. While searching for REVAN, formerly Dark Lord of the Sith, she encountered two mysterious figures whom she took to be armed and dangerous members of the Exchange crime syndicate. Unfortunately, they were actually Jedi spies trying to infiltrate the group once and for all. Once again, Tysyacha is on the run. Harboring only her loyal utility droid, T3-M4, on board the Ebon Hawk at present, she knows that either she succeeds in fleeing or succeeds in getting herself exiled to a minimum sentence of eight years' hard labor!

 

Not only that, but she is also being blackmailed. BASTILA SHAN, Revan's former lover and former apprentice of DARTH MALAK, has proclaimed herself the de facto leader of the Jedi, the Enclave on Dantooine notwithstanding. Through official channels and reports, BASTILA has concluded that the Exile is the one who slew her two most experienced and most-feared spies. Thus, as long as Tysyacha can keep the Jedi's palm greased, she can continue to run. If not...Who will save her this time--the Force, or something darker...?

 

Part One: Opening Moves

 

"Two skulls, two stones. The rest is just icing..." --The 7th Guest

 

It was dark out in space. Darker than even Tysyacha Dvyx, the Jedi Exile, imagined in the quietness of the starboard dormitory of the Ebon Hawk as she lay down on her bunk. Of course, there was no darkness that could compare to the kind that lay within. Was it evil, some hidden poison seeping out inside her soul, that had compelled her to do what she had done? Or was it simply a fool's mistake, made by jumping to the wrong conclusions at the wrong time with the wrong people? She simply did not know. Of course, the Exile had a personal body count that would rival that of any Sith Lord, but still...There was war, yes, but then there was murder--another animal.

 

Two skulls, two stones. The rest is just icing...

 

She had killed two Jedi spies. Garrun Thax and Yorran Thul, a human male and a Rodian of the same gender. Granted, she had thought them to be members of the Exchange crime syndicate, and that was why she had cut them both down with her dvyxplanochniy--her double-bladed silver saberstaff. Tysyacha had thought the Exchange to be operating out of the salvage yard where she had worked briefly as a "slagbreaker". They were, as a matter of fact, but she had eliminated the wrong two thugs. They weren't thugs at all--she was, and now she would pay.

 

Either she would surrender to the Jedi and the Coruscanti authorities, paying for her crime via eight years' hard labor at minimum, or she would pay Bastila Shan, Grandmaster of the Jedi and former colleague of the former Darth Revan, for the privilege of remaining a fugitive. Tysyacha had decided upon the latter, having recently been questioned by the former. The Exile knew that Bastila had no compelling proof of her deed yet, but she soon would.

 

It was why she'd taken the coward's way out--either that, or the smart man's way. Who wouldn't run after making such a life-ending error?

 

Yet, there was doubt in Tysyacha's mind and guilt in her heart. If she could run and hide, remain concealed on some planet until the end of her days, then she would not be mated--as in her favorite game to play with T3-M4, her loyal utility droid, or anyone. As it was, this was her opening move--paying Bastila Shan one hundred credits as a start and then fleeing.

 

Where was she going? Where would she end up? She still did not know...

 

T3-M4 tweedled and beeped hopefully, knowing his Master was not asleep.

 

"Shakhmaty?" asked the Exile groggily, referring to the game. "Not now. Perhaps in the morning--or what I know as 'morning' out in space." She laughed softly to herself. "My mind's not functioning at one hundred percent capacity." T3 chirped in return and went back to pacing and fixing the ship.

 

She was an old girl, the Ebon Hawk, but she'd carry the Exile to safety.

 

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"I am the law, and the law is not mocked..." Les Miserables

 

"Psycho." Jedi Master Bastila Shan, leader of the Sentinels and de facto head of the Jedi Order on Coruscant, gave a derisive snort. "Such a crude term. Of course it fits you, monster, but that is not the role I'll have you play for me. As of now, you'll be known as Agent One on my payroll," she announced.

 

"I do not trust you," she continued. "Who would, after all that you have done? Nevertheless, you will be quite useful to me in this endeavor. I want you to bring me back one Tysyacha Dvyx, a human female, 35, brown hair, blue eyes, and a rather voluptuous build. She never did keep up on her calisthenics..." Bastila sighed. "Nevertheless, she is known as the Jedi Exile. I have it on good authority that she killed two of my best spies, Garrun Thax and Yorran Thul. They were trying to infiltrate Exchange operations on Coruscant permanently, and now they're dead. I'll have her pay for this..."

 

Bastila folded her hands in front of her, as prim as she had been as a Knight.

 

"However, I want you to keep track of her whereabouts and movements for now. Only when she cannot pay me, or stops paying me, do I want you to strike. Do you--under--stand?" The creature sat still, and Bastila wanted to bludgeon it across the face. However, she had to mention the payment therein, which Psycho would receive if he succeeded in capturing the Exile.

 

"Your freedom. Your execution is scheduled thirty days from now, and if you bring me Dvyx alive and unharmed, you'll go free. Don't worry. She won't be able to pay me for long, even if she earns thousands of credits on the planets she visits. The Exile does not yet know that I'm trying to teach her a lesson: you cannot outrun justice, no matter how wealthy or how poor you are. I have secured an unnamed, nondescript vessel for your travels. Guards! Escort this creature, Agent One, to his ship." Two Jedi came who served Bastila personally. They were her bodyguards, chefs, companions and valets: they did everything from launder her clothes to spar with her in combat.

 

They took "the creature", Psycho by name, and led him to his new vessel.

 

"This heap is yours," the Jedi announced. "Bring her to justice, 'Agent One'."

 

Did the creature notice the disdain dripping in their voices? No one could tell.

 

As for Tysyacha...did she know that Bastila's first pawn was out to get her?

[Alkonium]

Hiding in the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa from Vogga's agents, Niera pondered what fate would be worse: death, or being reduced to one of his many slave girls. Drunkenly grope a few dancers at one of the cantinas he owned, and lose some cargo and suddenly, he wanted her head, or worse. The sooner she a charter passage off this bloody moon, the better. It didn't even matter where, as long as it was beyond the reach of the Hutts.

[CommanderQ]

Telos, Citadel Station

 

 

Gelvik Verokin sat on a stool in one of Citadel Station's many Cantina's.

 

He held in his hand a shot of Juma, the drink he had wasted the last bit of money of his on. He probably wasn't even going to drink it, he'd had enough. That was the problem when you help the Jedi fight their enemies, they leave the mercs with hardly any jobs left, at least here on the Citadel, where he was now stranded.

 

"Barkeep...I think I'll..." He suddenly slipped off his stool and hit the ground hard, the glass of Juma crashing with him. This was rather humiliating for the sole survivor of Mand'alor's Elite Verokin Clan.

 

The Barkeep looked down at Gelvik.

 

"You'll be payin' for that."

 

Gelvik bonked his helmeted head on the cool durasteel, he felt absolutley miserable. He was getting an early headache from the alcohol, he had no means of transportation, or money to help, he didn't even have a place to bunk down for the night. And no money to pay for the glass.

 

He missed the days of action back in the Mandalorian War, conquering worlds in the name of Mand'alor the Ultimate. Well, that ended due to the Jedi Revan, and his friend, the Exile. The last of Gelvik's brothers had been slaughtered at Malachor, also due to The Exile. He ended up fighting alongside her, but of course, she didn't notice, so there was no pay or recommendation, and he was fine with that. At least he was able to help the galaxy, a little redemption after he and many others had tried to conquer it.

 

Gelvik stumbled back up, and ignoring the jeers of the Barkeep and the other patrons, he wobbled outside of the Cantina.

 

He needed to find some money.

[Tysyacha]

"It's where you go to get lost in the crowd." --Atton, re: Nar Shaddaa

 

The Exile did not much like the Smuggler's Moon. It was where she had been chased by numerous rabid bounty hunters (one of whom was back at the Jedi Enclave on Dantooine), cured someone of the plague that didn't really have it, almost got gassed to death in a bar she had no business entering, and had to wash the stink out of her clothes for fourteen solid days with the help of T3! Nevertheless, she had been told by her former colleague, Atton Rand--who had boldly sacrificed himself to Darth Sion in the penultimate battle with the Sith Triumvirate--that Nar Shaddaa was where people and aliens went to hide out. Funny. If he would have just stayed there, then...

 

The first task to complete was to land the Hawk, on a landing pad, no doubt, but which one? Whose? In the Refugee Sector, or at least at the docks leading up to them, there was no telling a good landing pad from a bad one. Of course, the ones that were owned were usually a safe bet, but did Tysyacha have enough credits to pay (or bribe) the owner? There was only one way to find out...T3 maneuvered the freighter onto a sturdy platform.

 

"Great landing!" Tysyacha laughed. "I didn't even get whiplash once!"

 

The utility droid made some playfully-angry wham-wham-wham sounds and put himself into guard mode aboard the Ebon Hawk while his owner ventured out. The landing pad, and the surrounding area, seemed deserted. Nevertheless, the Exile was sure the platform would not crumble under the weight of the ship. T3 was a good judge of all things structural and mechanical, with landing pads being no exception. It was still a good idea to leave the safety mechanisms on, though. If the landing pad suddenly collapsed, the Hawk would hover.

 

"All right," said the Exile, stretching. "First order of business...food and fuel."

 

She went towards the nearest cantina that looked like it catered to humans and their ilk, seeing if there were any recharging stations for T3-M4 nearby.

[Chevron 7 locke]

((Switched Jolee to Telos. I thought it would be too...simple to have both Jolee and Juhani on the same planet.))

 

Jolee Bindo was bored. Bored out of his mind in fact and he didn't mind telling anyone who asked him what his problem was. Hell, he didn't mind telling people that didn't ask him.

 

"Young people these days...don't even have time to listen to an old man's stories about the days gone by." Jolee grumbled as he watched the Human woman move as quickly as she could away from him.

 

Well...what have we here?

 

A man...well, a mandalorian by the looks of his armor was walking...well, staggering was a better choice of words out of the cantina with a volly of jeers and shouts aimed at him.

 

Hmph. Looks like he had a bit too much to drink.

 

Nar Shaddaa

 

Juhani watched through slitted eyes as the beat up old freighter landed on one of the landing platforms. The Ebon Hawk...I never dreamed that I would see the Hawk again.

 

She put her hand down next to her lightsaber as the first figure exited the ship. She felt a sharp pang of sadness. It wasn't revan...it was a stranger...followed by an...Astro droid?

 

Come to think of it...how did she gain possesion of the Ebon Hawk?

 

Juhani wrapped herself in the force...making herself all but invisible as she began to follow the movements of the two.

[CommanderQ]

Gelvik suddenly ran into a wall, clanking hard against it. He readjusted, but kept staggering around, his HUD was no help when you were drunk.

 

He suddenly noticed an older man watching him from one of the hall corners.

 

In his inebriated state, he stumbled over.

 

"Bo'doyak Uitilik, Babuir?{What do you want, Old man?}" Gelvik said.

 

A typical drunken question.

[The Betrayer]

Gorrak Veel, new underboss of the Exchange's Compeer was a very happy Chiss. Business was good today. 130 slaves sold to a mysterious buyer. He earned a lot since the stranger paid double for the slaves. After giving due tribute to the Hutts, (about 60% of his profits) he pondered on what he will spend his money on. New thugs might help. A new slave girl, perhaps? Gorrak relished that thought.

 

He walked out of his grandiose office. Outside was one of his lieutenants.

"What is it, Larox?", questioned Gorrak.

"There was a killing of two of our thugs, sir."

Has this fool gone mad? Why does he tell me this? This news is beyond me.

"Larox, I do not like to know unnecessary details. Tell it to your captain. He'll handle it."

"But sir-"

"ARE YOU QUESTIONING MY AUTHORITY?", exclaimed Gorrak. Larox was shocked.

"No, sir."

"Then tell it to your captain. I do not want my day to be ruined.", said Gorrak, pointing a finger at the lieutenant.

"Yes, sir."

 

The lieutenant ran away. Gorrak went to the Jekk Jekk Tar accompanied by two bodyguards.

[Alkonium]

Niera pondered her situation as she saw a woman step out of the Dynamic-class light freighter that had just landed. There didn't seem to be much security around that landing pad, so she could probably sneak on pretty easily, and if she was lucky and there was noone else on board, she could hotwire the controls and make a clean getaway. If not, she could try to hide in one of the cargo holds and wait for the ship to take off. Either way, it beat waiting around to get caught by some bounty hunter.

 

Spotting an opportune moment, Niera jumped off the ledge she was sitting on and landed on the walkway. Checking again to make sure noone was looking, she made her way to the ship's loading ramp, which was predictably locked. However, she spotted a few loose wires, touched them together, and the loading ramp lowered, allowing her to quietly sneak aboard.

 

Once on board, Niera looked around at the ship she had just broken into. Old, but a still a nice ship. In a tolerable state of repair, but enough to get her out of Hutt space. She would have gotten right to slicing the controls, if not for a stern looking utility droid looking her dead in the face. "Um, hello?" She said to it, slightly embarrassed at how quickly she was caught.

 

(FYI: The Ebon Hawk is a the Dynamic-class freighter, in case you don't know, which means Niera is trying to steal it)

[The Betrayer]

Gorrak was told that Quello the Toydarian wasn't paying the "taxes" for the landing pad he manages. Since his landing pad is pretty near, Gorrak decides to collect himself. He walked to the landing pad and saw a freighter. He felt a sense of familiarity with it.

"What is that ship?", asked Gorrak to one of his bodyguards.

"Sir, I believe that's the Ebon Hawk."

"The Ebon Hawk. The harbinger of my doom and my salvation. That Toydarian has a lot to answer for. Get me the nearest thugs. I want that ship searched."

[Tysyacha]

"I believe in you, even though I be outnumbered..." Sinead O'Connor

 

T3 tweedled uncertainly at the strange blue Twi'lek female, sized her up with his glowing mechanical eye, and then began broadcasting a piercingly loud signal: Brank! Brank! Brank! It was his customary anti-theft alarm, a feature expertly added by one Iridonian mechanic, Bao-Dur, who had served in the Mandalorian Wars along with Revan and the Exile. He was dead now.

 

It seemed as if a lot of people died once they crossed Tysyacha, and this thief would be no different if he turned violent aboard the ship he was trying to steal. Imagine her surprise when, responding to the matching alarm in her comlink, the Exile found not a burly thug, but a lithe and lovely Twi'lek!

 

Tysyacha ignited her dvyxplanochniy. "Identify yourself and surrender," she ordered, "or identify yourself and fight! This is my ship, the Ebon Hawk, entrusted to me by one of my former--superiors. I won't have you take her, or have you scrap her for spare parts." She fell into a stance only the most skilled of Jedi Masters knew: a Force stance, meant to protect her through the fabric of the universe instead of through her two blades alone.

 

T3-M4 abruptly sounded the alarm again, alert to even more new presences aboard the freighter. Shadows suddenly surrounded the Exile and the droid. The shadows either appeared not to notice the Twi'lek, or they were biding their time in regards to her. In an instant, a split second, the Exile knew what she had to request:

 

"If you help me fight these other thugs, I'll consider you an ally. A desperate one, perhaps, but an ally nonetheless. I can't tell how many there are. Deal?" A pause.

[Chevron 7 locke]

Juhani watched as a large group of thugs attempted to board the Hawk through sheer numbers...While four of them waited outside in the shadows, possibly hoping to capture the people who had run back on board at the sight of the thugs if they came out again.

 

The Ebon Hawk...belongs to Revan. I won't allow it to be captured by a group of mere thugs.

 

Juhani quietly snuck behind the first thug and clamped her hand over his mouth before dragging him back into the shadows and then sneaking up on the other three and doing the same.

 

She looked up at the ship and then cloaked herself in the force yet again and snuck aboard...hoping to find...something. Anything that would tell her that the war was over.

 

Telos.

 

"What do you want, Old man?"

 

"Don't talk to your elders like that damnit." Jolee snapped at the Mandalorian. "I just want to see how this turns out."

[CommanderQ]

"Don't talk to your elders like that damnit. I just want to see how this turns out."

 

Gelvik ran into another wall.

 

"How what turns out?"

 

He suddenly trip and fell head first on the ground. There was also something creeping up his throat, he took off his helmet and vomited. Being drunk wasn't fun.

 

He put the helmet back on.

 

"Was that it? I wouldn't have waited for that...."

 

He tried his best to get back up.

[Tysyacha]

CORUSCANT

 

"When we're hungry, love will keep us alive..." --The Eagles

 

Bastila Shan was not one to wax nostalgic these days, except when she was in the darkest throes of a pain she dared not name, even to herself. She was a Jedi, the Grand Master of the Order! "A Jedi shall not know anger, nor hatred, nor love..." She softly repeated these words to herself, knowing that she no longer believed them. Once she had, but then she had met Revan, and then--!

 

Revan had been a mere pawn to her once. Or, rather, a subject of research and the object of redemption by the Order itself. Under the guidance of Masters Zhar, Vandar and Vrook, Bastila had been given command of him as he wore the guise of a Republic foot soldier and then a Jedi Padawan. Of course, he had not known of his true identity as the Dark Lord of the Sith when he first tried to rescue her aboard the Endar Spire and on Taris, but in a sudden revelation via his former apprentice, Darth Malak, he quickly came to realize who he was. He had been given a different name, but underneath, he would always remain Revan.

 

She remembered their first and last kiss: a threat, a dare, a challenge he'd accepted. It went against every tenet of the Jedi Code--and of her moral one--but at the moment, Bastila had not cared. She had only wanted to see if he would kiss her, if the passion he felt in his heart at the moment matched hers. Since it had, the rest was history, and she had eventually fallen to the Dark Side. Bastila no longer tried to fool herself that she had only done it to be released from Malak's torture. If she fell and gave in, she could have Revan by her side as he reclaimed his title of Dark Lord. As a Jedi, she could only have him as a colleague and apprentice. That would not do.

 

Bastila shut her eyes tightly. How could she have been so selfish, to almost sacrifice the entire galaxy for the love--or the brazen lust--of a single man?

 

Yet Revan was more than a foot soldier, more than a man, even more than a Sith. He was the most powerful Force user of his time. Gazing straight into his eyes and sensing his power was like staring straight into the heart of the Force. Who would not give that up, and risk anything, to love that kind of being?

 

It was why she wanted Tysyacha Dvyx alive. Bastila was hungry, and for more than credits. If the payments stopped coming in via holowire, the Exile would be captured. Before she was sentenced, however, Bastila would offer a deal:

 

You know where he is. Deliver him to me, and I'll deliver you from hard labor on some cold and remote planet. If not--may you get twenty years!

 

Vengeance was not the way of the Jedi. Yet this was not vengeance.

 

It was only love, and love would do anything to keep itself alive.

[Chevron 7 locke]

"How what turns out?"

 

Jolee chuckled and shook his head. "Is this what the Mandalorians have become? Light drinkers? Men who leave at the first sign of laughter?"

 

Jolee watched as the Mandalorian tore off his helmet and got sick on the floor.

 

"Was that it? I wouldn't have waited for that...."

 

If you really were a Mandalorain...you would go in there and demand another drink. Your a Mandalorian damnit! Act like one!"

[CommanderQ]

If you really were a Mandalorain...you would go in there and demand another drink. Your a Mandalorian damnit! Act like one!"

 

Gelvik chuckled, "Heheh, I would've, but haven't really got anything to buy ammo..."

 

He lifted his rifle, "See, no ammo......heh, and no job....thanks to those di'kutla Jedi....you are lookin' at what Mandalorians become when peace time is here....that and TSF would get on my sheb if I started a riot...."

 

It was the literal truth. Mandalorians needed war to keep them busy, or at least something with bloodshed to keep them going. During peace time, most Mandalorians just...drifted from the more honorable path.

[Tysyacha]

"Shh-shh-shh! Even walls have ears..." --Flora, Sleeping Beauty

 

The Jedi had spies everywhere. Even on Telos' Citadel Station, which was almost as far away from Coruscant as you could get on the Hydian Way without leaving known space, the Order kept watch over everything and everyone. It was its duty, for if it did not watch, how could the Jedi ever know what dire threats were being posed to innocent worlds and people?

 

Right now, duty was personified in the form of Grand Master Bastila Shan, and one of her loyal acolytes, one of the best repositories of her teaching, was listening nonchalantly yet intently to the conversation between the Mandalorian and the cantankerous, elderly man. Chandria Sakhar, a Jedi mole within the TSF, stepped forward. She knew all about the Mandalorians and the troubles they faced (and were now causing). If it was war they wanted, it was war they'd get, but a different kind than they had ever fought before. Good or evil, Mandalorians always fought. Sides didn't matter. This distressed and disappointed Chandria somewhat, but she had to at least pose the offer.

 

"Is there a problem here, gentlemen?" she asked of the old man and the helmeted drunk. She turned to the former. "Sir, if this man is bothering you, I'll have him sleep it off in a Force cage if you want." She smiled gently.

[The Betrayer]

Gorrak watched as his thugs tried to board the Ebon Hawk. Four of them managed to get in, the rest dispatched by a mysterious Cathar outside the freighter. The Cathar went in, hiding herself from the people inside, but not the people outside.

 

"Post a bounty for that Cathar Jedi. I would not be humiliated."

[Chevron 7 locke]

"Is there a problem here, gentlemen?"

 

Jolee turned to her. "If by problem you mean that I'm trying to help him get back on his feet then yes, there is a problem."

 

"Sir, if this man is bothering you, I'll have him sleep it off in a Force cage if you want."

 

Jolee knew what she was. Bastila was power hungry and was bound to have spies everywhere. He could sense the force in her.

 

"Ma'm. I know what you are. I know who your spying for. So why don't you please leave us alone. We're trying to have a chat here damnit."

[CommanderQ]

"Sir, if this man is bothering you, I'll have him sleep it off in a Force cage if you want."

 

Gelvik struggled to his feet.

 

"Yessss...officer, go ahead and remove him....though problem...I've had worse..."

 

He was drifting back and forth, and wobbled over to the wall, trying to get his balance. Then, he stood up straight.

 

For a moment.

 

He then crumpled back and hit his helmeted head hard against the transparisteel window.

 

"Juir...."

[Tysyacha]

"Before you accuse me..." --Eric Clapton, from his cover of the song

 

"Spying?" This time Chandria wasn't putting on an act. She was genuinely offended. Yes, she was a spy, and yes, she was engaged in the act of espionage at the moment, but it was for the greater good! Did this wizened old wizard truly know the organization for whom she really worked, or was he just bluffing? She decided to assume the latter, and so she went on as before:

 

"Sir. I wasn't meaning to give you offense, only an opportunity..."

 

She trailed off slowly, not wanting to give away too much just yet. Chandria knew these weren't two riba fish on a hook, but they were men, and men in need of work and a little excitement. "If you really don't need my help--you or the Mandalorian--then I'll be going. Although, I think my offer might appeal to you both. It involves fighting, or I suspect it will once you catch her."

 

She suddenly glared at the armor-plated man in disgust, hoisting him to his feet.

 

"Job," she said loudly. "Work? Fight? War? Maybe war, with this one's track record."

[CommanderQ]

"If you really don't need my help--you or the Mandalorian--then I'll be going. Although, I think my offer might appeal to you both. It involves fighting, or I suspect it will once you catch her."

 

Gelvik suddenly bounced back up.

 

"Va'Koya!Wait! Wait! Wait! You said fighting. Do you mean a job?"

 

This had perked up Gelvik's interest, and his senses were no longer blurry. It's amazing how word of war could spurr a Mandalorian out of a hangover.

[The Betrayer]

While it hurts him to retreat, Gorrak had no more cards to play. He called his bodyguards back. Gorrak hoped that the bounty he posted on the Cathar will render another one of his opponents dead. Gorrak went back to his office, taking his personal shuttle.

[Alkonium]

"Deal." Niera replied, drawing two blaster pistols from her sides and moving to the corridor near the loading ramp. Careful to avoid being within the thugs' line of sight, she waited until two of them stepped into her line of sight, and fired two shots directly at their head, taking both down at once. Recognising that she gave herself away by taking those shots, she ran into the garage, and waited next to the threshold. As the remaining two entered, she grabbed the one nearest her and used him as a "human" shield, and caused the other thug to gun him down instead of her. Then, she threw the dead body at him, and then gave him a swift kick to the head. "No need to thank me, they've probably got just as much reason to go after me as for you. I'm Niera, by the way. Niera Secura. And your name, beautiful?" She asked the human woman whose ship she had planned to steal.

[Chevron 7 locke]

"If you really don't need my help--you or the Mandalorian--then I'll be going. Although, I think my offer might appeal to you both. It involves fighting, or I suspect it will once you catch her."

 

The old Jedi snorted. "Oh please, I don't need help from one of Bastila's pawns. And before you ask, you might want to try and disguise your force signiture, only someone who has recieved advanced training gives off that kind of aura."

 

"Work? Fight? War? Maybe war, with this one's track record."

 

He sighed and grabbed her wrist and twisted it. "Now, now. There's no need for that kind of behavior. This gentleman simply had a rough time in the cantina and is going through a difficult time in general from what I can tell. I think you should leave him alone."

 

Jolee gave her a good look over. "I think that you should know that there's something wrong with Bastila...and the way she's training the jedi she's finding. They've become...more...extreme. They aren't like the Jedi I used to know."

 

"Va'Koya!Wait! Wait! Wait! You said fighting. Do you mean a job?"

 

He turned to the Mandalorian. "I really don't think you'd want the kind of job that she'd send you on..."

 

Nar Shaddaa

 

Juahni watched from behind her cloak as the thugs surrounded the woman and the droid.

 

It appears I have no choice.

 

The cathar sent a jolt of force energy from behind her force cloak up at one of the light panels, dipping the corridor into the darkness and then she lightly pushed one of the thugs just as a blue Twi'lek took out the rest of them.

[The Betrayer]

Gorrak boarded his flagship, a Hammerhead-class cruiser given to him by the Exchange Compeer in his initiation rites as an underboss. His cruiser, which he named the Invincible, was fully operational and in perfect condition. His ship had a crew of 300, keeping the ship constantly in Nar Shaddaa's orbit.

 

Gorrak also had a Praetorian-class frigate, which he bought himself. It was very old, and it only served the purpose of transportation and avoiding the occasional pirate raids.

 

Gorrak called one of his captains to check the status of his bounty on the Cathar Jedi.