Intro; Dark Horizons (from Mance)

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Naro Mevek

Aboard his ship Naro patches up his wounded shoulder and gets ready to start up his engine. Using the force he concentrates on finding his brothers location through their bond, some useful bits and pieces Ryl had taught him in the past.

He feels a slight tinge of his brother's wherabouts, from what he can tell his is in a small colony on a moon in an unfimilar area in the galaxy. Exiting the atmosphere Naro sets his auto pilot to the destination where he had felt the call coming from. While the ship moves unmanned towards it's destination, the mercenary cleans his weapons and then from battle exhaustion he sleeps.

A chime from the ship awakens Naro informing him that he has arrived, coming through the atmosphere of the moon he bursts through the cloudy sky and sees a dense forrested landscape with and abundance of water holes. However, scattered here and there, there seems to be small farms and hubbles. Naro brings up a 3D map of the surface and scans for anything that looks like it would be anysort of military bunker or camp.

The scan takes a few minutes but he manages to pinpoint the location of what he was searching for, which deffinately is a trade city of some sort. He can make out on the map a few hangers, a few radar dishes, and 3 or 4 anti aricraft cannons, odd thing for a place like this to have. "Oh man...don't even wanna try getting any where close to that in the air....gonna have to land this thing."

Fnding a safe spot in a slighty forrested area to land his IG-2000, corporal Mevek exits his ship with DC-17m blaster at hand, Bryer Pistol strapped to his side, Vibro Knife on chest and the Jawa Ion Blaster strapped across the back of his light-weight body armor, and of course the utility belt with a few grenades if needed...or wanted. "I'm not gonna be caught unprepared" he grinned while thinking to himself.

After marching through the forrest and nearly killing himself in a few pits hidden under some thick brush, he finally made it into eye sight of the city walls. "d**n, I should be used to carrying all this nuts, but hell...I would rather be tired then dead." he mumbled to himself outta boredom keeping himself company with his own voice. He decided to take a few hours to rest and scout out the place before he tried anything.

Naro was satisfied of how poorly the walls were guarded, after all,it did have to look like a city. Walking up to the gate, satisfied that he wouldnt have a problem getting outta this place, the ex-soldier noticed a ship coming in and slowing its jets to land in within the walls. A bit pertrubed that the anti aricraft cannons had not been activated, but he didnt want to be the one to test them anyways.

Directly infront of the walls Naro feels slightly uneasy, then the guards started shouting commands back and forth to one another, in a fraction of the second where the mercenary had been standing, no one was guarding the gate, distracted from who or whatever had caused them to set off the alarm....So he let himself in.

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Anka

Anka watched the man as he stood up and began to walk in circles, she was still had a slight uneasy feeling about him and continued to watch him carefully. As he spoke to her she, bent her waist and bowed, raising back up to stand again “Thank you.”

Stepping back away when he placed his hands upon the door, her head tilted slightly as the lekku began to thrash about wildly when he spoke of removing themselves from the small cell. Her tongue began to flow freely in her native language, a worrisome look crossing her face as he placed his hands upon the door.

As the door began to open, surprise crossed her face as she paced back and forth behind where the man was standing. It was becoming clearer to her now why perhaps he was there, and she had heard stories, but she had never actually seen one for herself. The sound of the droid’s being thrown backwards caught her attention as she stopped in her tracks and peeked out the now open door.

He moved faster than anything she had ever seen, watching in awe as he destroyed all of the guards that had been standing outside of the cell. A serene calm came over her as she spoke again “Jedi.” Stepping out behind Ryl, as he waved her towards him, she saw that he had become weak and watched him closely as he spoke.

Anka didn’t think that she would be able to keep up with the man and as he took off in a sprint, she began to follow behind him, her speed no match for his as he disappeared down the hallway.

She knew that she could hide and hide well, but the question was where to do so, so that he would be able to find her again. She had been taught to remain silent for a very long period of time if she had to, though she wasn’t sure how long she would have to remain out of sight. Gathering back the rest of her clothing and her weapons were also something that she needed to consider.

Once she could no longer see the flowing movement of the Jedi, she stopped, the walkway under her feet cold and metallic. She looked to her left and then to her right, thinking about where she could go that she wouldn’t be found by the wrong people.

Anka was smarter than most beings gave her credit for; the fact that she had been a slave caused most of them to think that she was of below average intelligence. A thought occurred to her as she looked to her left, following the large pipe with her eyes that ran into the ceiling, and the ladder next to it that led to the air ducts above.

Slipping over quietly, she looped one hand and then another around the rungs of the ladder, pulling herself up until her feet touched the bottom run, climbing hand over hand as fast as she could, the alarm blaring loudly in her uncovered ears. Reaching the top of the ladder, she lifted a hand and pushed at a ceiling tile, letting out a sigh of relief as it moved upwards.

Holding on steady with her toes, Anka used both hands and pushed the tile to the side, pulling her lithe body through the hold and replacing it so that it looked untouched. Crawling down the narrow passage, she came to a fork, looking down both sides and having no idea which way to go.

Then she remembered what the Jedi had told her, he would come back for her if he had to. Settling on her knees, she sat quietly, her breathing barely making a sound as her chest rose and fell. He said he would come back, she hoped that he would keep his word.

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Ryl Mevek

Racing down the hallway the Jedi felt his vigor returning, the alarms of the colony blaring madly. Not slowing as a man slide out from behind a doorway with a small pistol in hand, leveled at his the Jedi's chest. Ryl picked up his pace tucking his shoulder low he shot foreward with a burst of speed, taking the man mid-stomach just below the ribs, lifting the uniformed man off his feet sending him to slap roughly into the floor with a sigh as air was forced from his lungs.

Leaping the mans sprawled body he was suddenly struck by a gripping feeling, familiar, dreadful, Cyro?...tell me you do not slip further... a sudden pang of guilt lashing at his soul causing him to hesitate long enough to feel sheer pain as flesh was burned, more holes put through his robes, a blaster shot ripping through tissue and bone to send him spinning through the air, twirling to slam heavily down on a knee and a foot, snapping his head up to stare at the source. Two men, and a Droid, all well-armed, rushing down the hallway in his direction. No time for shame, time only for action, time only to move. Drawing forth the Force to heal his shoulder, he leapt foreward, tucking into a roll sliding between the trio, his foot snapping up heel crashing down into one man's kneecap busting it out the back, his left arm shooting sideways to bring his fist down on the other mans arch, crushing it with a splintering crack of bone. Howls released from both of their throats. The Jedi once again was stronger than any human should be, his physical power enhanced greatly by the power of the Force.

The Droid brought up its foot programmed to do so when an enemy leaves such an opening, Ryl's body doubled backwards, his shoulders hitting onto the ground, his head clacking into it as well, nothing he paid any heed to as he tucked in on himself, legs drawing up flinging himself at the Droid in a kip-up shoulders shoving hard off the surface of the ground, catapulting him back to his feet infront of it, it's leg off to the side of his left hip outstretched in an akward looking yet powerful foreward kick, the blaster still clutched in Ryl's right arm shot up in a modifiled uppercut the butt of the weapon crashing into the Droid's "jaw" ripping its head half off.

All three bodies were left behind as he stood, pushing hair back out of his face walking through the doorway they just exited from. A frown being worn across his features, reciting the Code and his Masters words, mentally and emotionally collecting himself as he sought out Molga, another room, another doorway, and another he soon found himself inside of a control room, Several Droids and three gaurds having had to have been delt with along the way, Droids dismantled, Gaurds all suffering from non-fatal blaster wounds. Across the room stood a tall figure, bulky weilding a heavy vibro axe. A Gamorrean. His piggish lips curled back into what could only be considered a smile, one Ryl didn't find all that pleasant.

Grumbling forth, it began to open its mouth. Deciding against going hand to hand against the brute Ryl found himself raising his hand palm out, fingers sliding against one another, " Tell me where Molga Foluss is. " His deep voice commanding, holding authority within it, the Gamorrean lifted his axe then seemed to stare at it quizically unsure of what it was doing with it. It's will nothing to match that of the Jedi's he pointed off towards one of the side doors leading out of the control room. Blinking in its confused state. " Thank you, now, you are hungry, go find something to eat. " He pointed towards the door behind him, the Gamorrean seemed still in a daze, confused from what the Jedi was telling him, but none the less obeyed, walking past the tall Kiffar to seek out something to quell his newfound hunger with.

The hallway to the next sector was obviously shut down, most likely purposefully. His eyes adjusted to the new setting, squinting through the darkness to find his pathway, relying on the Force to guide him towards Molga.

" Jedi, I will surrender if you do not harm me! "

The voice called down the dark hallway, a scraping sound of metal on metal resounded as well, hard objects made of steel bouncing off the floor.

" Please, I beg of you. I will surrender. "

Ryl, continued his walk foreward, his hands cradling the useless blaster, its payload expended already.

" I find you about as trust worthy as a Hutt, Molga Fuluss, step out from where you are and I will escort you out of here, without harm to come to you. You have my word on it as a Jedi. "

" Just like the other Jedi who is attacking my home? The one who is murdering, and killing, cutting his way in here to find you. You Jedi wonder why you are feared, you see now why. Blood thirsty abominations that must be eradicated... " came the reply from darkness at the end of the corridor.

His thoughts were right, it had to be Cyro Sjame. He was the only other amongst their number who possessed such a destructive careless nature, for Ryl somewhat of a an adopted younger brother the only other Kiffar Jedi at the time. " You judge all of us by one Molga. He is confused, aside from that you are one to speak, you are manfacturing weapons of destruction here, objects of death like this one! " with those words Ryl tossed the empty blaster down the hallway ahead of him, letting it skip off into the darkness, his walk foreward keeping its steady calm pace, not trusting Molga but also sensing the fear in his voice, he was truly in fear of the Jedi, anticipation was there as well... of what though.

" I told you I would surrender Jedi, you will not harm me if I do so..."

" No Molga, I will not harm you, nor will any other Jedi. "

" I do not trust you, I have here your lightsaber, let us bargain Jedi... " Desperation crept in the the Nimbanel's voice.

" I told you, you are coming with me and you will surrender with no harm to come to you. Now, step out and just come peacefully. " Patience was losing with Ryl, as was caution creeping foreward. "

Silence followed for what seemed like an hour before Malog Fuluss spoke. " No Jedi, I have decided I do not trust you, I will have... to kill you. " He replied, an odd out of nowhere strength having come to Molga's voice.

" What are you talking about Molga... you're a fool. Just stop and we can discuss this, you haven't even told me why you are producing the weaponry you are here... "

" It is not all weaponry Jedi, we are making other things... things I am about to show you. Things I can show you before I kill you. I would say I am sorry, but I believe you are simply trying to get my gaurd down so you can take me back and torture me... torture me for protecting my people. " With that there was a scream.

Ryl wasted no time, he ran foreward intent on Molga's position only to find the man face down on the ground, a syringe sticking from his neck, eyes rolled into his head and convulsing, spasming, as saliva frothed up from his lips. Knealing Ryl pulled the syringe free examining it, settting it aside he placed his palms down on Molga's back, beginning to draw the Force foreward, putting it to use purging Molga's veins of the poison he just injected himself with.

Danger whirled around the Jedi Knight in a sudden explosion, his legs propelled himself backwards, snatching up his discarded lightsaber from the fallen man's hand. Sliding down the hallway on a knee, his hand flat on the ground saber in the other as Molga's body began to contort, another scream escaped him, one that began to mutate, a beastial scream unlike the earlier. Molga's head shot up, his eyes were bulging out of his skull veins thickened along his face and throat, along his jawline, to his shoulders down his biceps, clothes ripped and tore. His frame twisted, bubbled and began to expand.

Shock at this visual kept the eldest Mevek frozen as he watched in fascination and horror. " Molga... by the suns... what have you done. " He swallowed hard, lowering his head to stare at the saber, unable to stand the mans inhuman howls as he transformed, snapping it to life he brought it up, putting his palm flat on the base of it. In a silent orange streak foreward he was behind the monstrosity, the weapon held above his head now, held in a paused stance as he turned to glance over his shoulder, watching Molga gurgle, sputtering forth saliva and fluid from his mouth as his body split in half, not completing its change.

Turning around he lifted up the syringe, tucking it in the pouch connected to his utility belt. Gazing down at the dead Nimbanel lost in thought until the sound of the alarms gathered his wits about him again, hurrying down the corridor.

Now to deal with the other tasks, finding Cyro and Anka. Then returning to Coruscant so he can report this.

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Dyn'la Solus

After careful examination Dyn’la found that the first cargo hold had been secured nicely, crates from the floor to the ceiling, some overstuffed with a fine cushion of straw. While she wasn’t overly fond of droids, even she had to admit that they were efficient, and not nearly as prone to mistakes in such lowly tasks as a bored, overworked slave of service. Clasping her hands together a pleased look marking her face with that of a smile she continued over seeing the droids forcing them to work around her as she moved. Despite the nightmare of earlier, and the confrontation she’d had in Vurals office, things seemed to be running better than expected. The fast pace of the workers ensured that within the hour her ship would be packed and ready for take off.

That is, until the alarm began to blare rocking her sensitive ears and contorting her face into a snarl of an expression. “What now!?” she growled storming from the second hold into a grated walkway that led to the boarding ramp. Taking several long legged steps downward, though not entirely leaving her ship, she bent at the knees into a half squat surveying the now thriving activity within the bay. Aside from the programmed worker droids only there for one task and one task only, every other being, creature or mechanical armed form ran into a chaotic surge that left her mind swimming. This was certainly not what she had in mind. She wanted out of here, and fast, one adventure was just as good as the next, yes, but she preferred to have more control over which ones she found herself playing through. And she far preferred excitement in the pilots seat, where she could maintain some semblance of control.
From her position she heard a voice call for lockdown. “Seal the Bay,” came another voice, and she fumed inwardly while retreating back into her ship.

“You’re assistance is no longer required,” she spoke loud and assertive as she addressed the two droids remaining on her ship. Both complied to her wishes and taking their leave of her ship with the heavy cadence of metallic feet working their way down the ramp.

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Cryo Sjame

No he couldn’t kill him, he wouldn’t kill him. He had to fight the urges that were manifesting in him. Had to let this man go and quit choking the life out of him. It took all of his will to release the grip on the man’s lungs and let him drop gasping for air. In his mind he was startled as he loosed the grip, one side of him was screaming in desperation for help, the other side was making his fist raise again. Looking down at the gloved hand he stopped, he wouldn’t do it, he couldn’t do this. He couldn’t fall again.

The momentary lapse in action cost him though as a blaster bolt caught him in the side knocking him to the ground. The rage came back like none other as he rose and lifted two soldiers up in the air with the force and slammed them together and then flung them apart in opposite directions like an angry child. “Die!” Growling he limped forward towards the gate, ignoring the rest of the soldiers as they dropped to their knees in utter surrender. Stopping he looked over his shoulder, “You would be wise not to move.”

Lifting a hand he ripped the door out and set it down next to him, this time he had control. “Who lurks in this darkness?” Stepping in he didn’t even ignite his sabers, people were tossing their guns down and not willing to fight him anymore. That had seen what he could do, see what madness controlled him when he was in the heat of battle. Stopping his eyes closed for a moment a sudden peace coming over him. The Jedi was Ryl, it had to be. If it was Ryl he knew his ass was going to be ripped soon, snickering he slowly shuffled down the hall way in no hurry to find him. The danger here was over.

Looking over at a soldier he smiled, the boy was not much younger then him and was visibly shaking. “You have nothing to fear, I will not hurt you.” The boy jumped as he was spoken to. “But you killed them, I watched you on the screen you ripped those men apart!” The boy was close to tears and backed up quickly as Cryo stepped forward. “That was not me, it was a monster. Sit down and calm yourself.” The boy nodded quickly and sat down. “Stay here and I promise no harm will befall you. Understand?” The boy nodded again visibly doing better.

Nodding Cryo grabbed the blaster pistol that was sitting on the table and the holster and belt and strapped them on. Cryo was almost afraid of what would happen if he had light sabers in his hand again. Grabbing another belt he strapped it on top of his other one so that he would have a blaster for each hand. Clipping the light sabers on them he nodded once more to the boy and walked out of the room. Now it was time find Ryl who wasn’t going to be happy, he could feel the shift in the force as Cryo had slaughtered those people, that and he was covered in blood. “Ryl! Where are you!?”

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Naro Mevek

With alarms blaring Naro figured knocking wouldn't be the best way to get the gates open, so with a few well placed thermal detonators, the door splintered, no matter how beautiful he thought the explosion was, he was a bit dissapointed in his carelessnes in the use of the explosives, he may have needed them sometime soon.

As the smoke from the explosion clears the mercenary could make out a few soldiers and civlians running to and fro in disarray, other besides the five armored figures directly in front of him, all with a look of surprise on their faces. One with an authoritive bark, orders: "Take care of this one, he must be helping the other break the Jedi out" as he points at three of the five to stay in place. In the meantime thinking to himself, "Helping the other?"

"Sorry, Kiffar" says the Adin, snapping the mercenary out of thought, "But we cannot let you pass." Naro senses the fear in the Adin's voice as he speaks, not fear to die, but fear to fail his command. Naro notices the other two begin to raise their guns.

Without hesitation Naro brings up his DC-17m, noticing the frightened look on the other's faces who must have realized they had lost. Two well placed shots had rang out from Corporal Mevek's rifle hitting the Adin in the leg and one of the other in his shoulder which he held his rifle with. in that same instant another shot had also came from Naro's blaster, however this one was not so accurate, it had hit the third in the neck just above the collar bone throwing him backwards, leaving him lifeless on the ground.

Naro had always hated killing someone he was not paid to, always leaves a guilty feeling in his gut. With the other two laying on the ground holding their wounds, he quickly walks over to them and incapacitates them with a quick strike to the sides of their heads with the butt of his rifle.

Now with his adreniline slowing he looks around, trying to find the slightest idea of the layout of the city and which way to go to find his brother. As he walks further and further into the city he notices several bodies lying around with long, beep burn marks across their torsos or some even missing their limbs, or sliced in two, carterized by extreme heats, extreme heat like a lightsabre would emit.

Wondering if this was his brothers doing, or the "un-easyness" he felt, Naro rushes through the city. In his haste, rounding a corner, the ex-soldier barely had enough time slow down before knocking one of two figures, who seem to be running from something, directly on his back. Naro stumbling backwards almost immediately realizes the one still standing un-holsters his pistol and raises it towards Naro's chest.

A sharp pain laced through the mercenarie's right side of his rib cage, he falls to his knees cluching his side with his left hand and with his right, grabbing for the vibro knife strapped to chest and with a quick swipe, cuts the tendin behind the shooters right knee, toppling him over.

The other soldier had recovered in just the right time to see his partners knee give out and seeing the Kiffar on his knees. No time to grab his blaster he pulls back his balled-up fist and strikes the kiffar across his jaw, knocking him backwards onto his palms.

Black clouds filling Naro's vision, he shifts his knees to retaliate aginst his attackers punch, using the strength of his back leg to propel and upper-cut into the remaining soldier's chin, dropping him flat on his back, un-moving.

Naro standing above the gimped soldier, with rifle point-blank at the fallens face and hand on his side, demands in a frustrated tone, "Which direction is the Jedi being held!?!" , and with the last of his strength before passing out, the soldier points in the direction where a large crowd of civilians is running from. Looking in the same direction the soldier had pointed, Naro whispers, "Where people are running from? whod've thought." without notice, "What a waste of time that was." he then say's aloud

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Ryl Mevek

Ryl Mevek strode quickly down the hall the only thing keeping him unfatigued was the Force, sweat beaded his brow as he moved, the lightsaber held ignited in his right hand, it's bright orange-ish white glow he hoped would persuade the brave to at least think twice and those of lesser fortitude to outwright back down, the colonial city was in chaos, alarms screamed throughout the facility, people ran in panic, ships were leaving the bay; at least the ones who could escape before lock down, and men , women and droids with blasters were everywhere. Running here and there, trying to maintain order.

His return path had steered him off course, no choice in the matter. It was this or more bloodshed and death, he chose the long route. Pausing to lean against a wall in the residential area, back pushing his body against the wall as three men rushed past, no doubt looking for him or the other intruder. He worried very little for Cyro's physical health, the young Kiffar could handle himself, he was more concerned with his mental state, along with those who would encounter him, knowing well of Cyro's past dwellings with the Dark Side, something they had both fought hard to stave off. Cyro reminded him of himself, another reason he found his thoughts drifting to the young warrior. Had it not been for Ryl's Master he would be in the very same situation, struggling between Light and Dark. Most likely emersed in the darkness.

A hard battle, one every Jedi fought. One someone such as Ryl Mevek was always battling, someone whos pension for combat, and skill in the arts of warfare had a natural draw towards. Hatred, Fear... easy emotions, the men passed, Ryl stepped out from his concealment taking off at a slow run, letting himself be guided by intuition alone. Trusting in the Force to lead him on the correct path.

A foul taste filled his mouth as he remembed some of Molga's last words, " ...torture me for protecting my people... " Protection from the Jedi, when was that ever needed? His lightsaber shot up in a fan of orange deflecting a blaster bolt, instead of fighting he lept down the hall in a quick Force assisted leap, landing further away from the pursuing men. Sweeping the weapon upwards slashing the ceiling as he sailed through the air, causing sparks, debris and one of the shafts to bust in half crashing into the hallway behind him with loud clash of noise, abit of cover and an obstical for his pursuers to get around while he escapes.

More patrols seemed to converge together at the end of the hallway, his frown deepened. Why so many armed men and droids? He spun slamming the orange energy blade into the blastdoor to his left, carving a hole into it, slag builing up around the wound the lightsaber was creating as it then fell inwards. Three droids and one soldier. His mind gathered up fast, one droid rushing his position, a clicking bouncing grenade cast his way, sweeping his left arm out and away from him the grenade lifted into the air and bounced into a corner ceiling, exploding, rocking the entire hangar. Recognition hit, he wasn't far from where he had began, this was the same bay he had arrived in, luckily the fighters and gunship were nowhere to be seen.

His saber snapped upwards the handle infront of his face as a energy shot that would have taken him in the ribcage bounced off, then another as it corrected out straight up and down. He sprung foreward whirling into a backhanded slice the deadly arc of crystal powered energy sweeping through a surprised droid, to lift up then chop down onto another.

Leaving the man and the droid. The droid was behind a pile of cast off cargo, firing from behind cover, the man was nowhere in sight, Ryl was about to scan for the man, hoping he had ran away when he felt himself ducking at the waist fire cutting over where his shoulders and head would have been. Straightening out he let lose his lightsaber sending it launching off from his fingertips to swirl out past him cutting through the droids blaster and head, arcing off the other way cutting deeply into the man, whipping off his right leg, screams bellowed from the man, amplified by his helmet mic before he fell, unconscious hitting the floor.

Still in his foreward dipped position, Ryl caught the blade by the handle. Dropping to one knee and a hand, his chest rising and falling as reality flickered before him, his mouth dropping open in protest. " Not yet... " he growled out, attempting to struggle to his feet, his body visibly shaking from exhaustion and pain. Closing his eyes he sent out a telepathic message, seeking the mind of Cyro. " You must escape, find the twi'lek Anka... she hides outside the prison sector. " He wobbled, falling foreward to slump against a lifting machine. His elbow propped up onto it, head slack falling downwards his hair a mess of dark strands and braids, tangling before his face. Attempting once more to re-energize himself with the force, this time failing... " I'm spent... " the lack of sleep, the constant fighting, over-use of the Force and the several hits he had taken had him pushed to his limits, any further and he would have to call on his own lifeforce to fuel his abilities, which with his current state and no medical assistance of any kind near he would perish in doing so.

Taking what energy he had left he staggered up once more, only to fall down again, landing on his side and chest, the blade of the lightsaber snapping into its handle, vanishing. as his eyes rolled into his head, sending out another message to Cyro, unknowing that his younger brother Naro was there as well, his Force-sensitivity allowing him to get this same last message, " Hurry, get her and leave... I've to deliver what I found to the Council. " gritting his teeth he fought away the shadows that were moving in, trying to drag him into the abyss, a surge of strength, probably his last put him in an upright once more, leaning heavily on the lifter. One ship's entry ramp was still sealing, droids exiting its direction seemingly blind to what just transpired, not programmed to feel fear, or intrest in conflict, stomped right past him.

Running foreward every lifting of his leg taking willpower to move he jumped, his hands both gripping onto the hatchdoor that was lifting, straining to pull himself inside of it before it closed taking off his fingers. Raising up one leg he tossed it over the side, then rolled in as it began to seal closed. Thumping onto the floor at the base of the door with a muffled *thud*. The syringe in his belt making popping sound as glass broke inside of leather. His head turned to the side, rolling onto his stomach he pushed to his feet only to fall against the innerwall of the rear hold. Looking towards the choobiepits direction, clutching the lightsaber in his hand loosely, attempting to hide against the wall between the door and the rear most crate. Hoping the shadows would help conceal him but highly doubting it, whoevers vessel this was probably knew he was already there. Unless he was just that lucky.

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Anka

Sitting for what seemed like hours, though in reality she was sure that it was only minutes, Anka looked around what seemed to now be her newfound prison. She had gone from one small space to the other, although at least in this case, she could get out if she needed to.

Trying to think of something to do while she waited, she could hear all of the noises going on underneath her, and as she continued to wait, she couldn’t stand it anymore. If he was coming back to rescue her as he had said, then she would need her all of her things, there was no way right now for her to gain anymore, though she was sure she could always take something out in trade.

Slipping to her hands and knees, Anka began to crawl down the narrow air duct she had found herself in, curing in her native language as she went in the opposite direction from where she started. Crawling past the opening that she had re-closed to gain her hiding spot, she kept going, towards the cell where she had been kept until the Jedi had been thrown inside with her.

Coming to another junction in the ceiling, Anka figured that she was above the cell where she had been kept. Sitting up on her knees, the Twi’lek’s lekku slipped behind her, resting along her back as she pondered what it was they had been planning to do to her. After careful consideration, she decided that she didn’t want to know. Looking to her left and to her right, she decided to go left and hoped that would the small security room where they had locked up her things.

Anka moved quickly moving one hand over the other as she crawled through the tight space, her eyes widening and a smile covering her lips as she saw the top hooks to a ladder coming up into the next space in front of her.

Tugging on the panel, she slid it over to the side and stuck her head down in the hole, looking around and seeing that she had found the room she was looking for. Hooking her hands to the ladder, she swung her body to the side, her feet hitting the rungs with a thud as she quickly moved down, letting go with her hands and dropping to the floor in a crouch position, her eyes quickly scanning around.

Anka hoped that with all the bells and alarms sounding, the rest of the security would be looking for the Jedi and not give her a second thought, of course that would be too easy and nothing was that easy. Slipping across the floor, she stayed out of view, keeping her body hidden under the panel of the huge glass window. Peeking up and watching the droid’s and drones scurry past.

At least for this moment, they weren’t looking for her. Searching around the room, she saw a containment unit with different drawers and cabinets in it, each one of them numbered and dated. If she had the time she would have searched every one of them to see what other items she could have picked up, but instead ran her finger over each of the drawers until she found the one that had the date she had been arrested on it.

Wrapping her violet colored fingers around the drawer handle, she pulled hard and almost fell backwards as it slipped open. Her eyes, turned looking out the glass window again, making sure that none had stopped to check the security room. Reaching into the open drawer, Anka pulled out her pack and her headpiece. She didn’t know why they had taken that from her; it wasn’t as if she could have done anything with it.

Quickly, Anka placed her headpiece on, pulling her lekku through and sliding the covers over her ears. Grabbing her pack, she slung it over her shoulder and crawled back along the edge of the window, heading to the ladder. She didn’t have time to check to make sure all of her things where there, but as heavy as the pack was, she wasn’t overly worried.

As gracefully as she could, Anka pulled herself back up onto the ladder, climbing hand over hand and back up into the ceiling. Once there, she tossed her bag down the corridor and slipped up through the hole, settling the tile back where it belonged.

Now, all she had to do was wait. Jedi always kept their word, or so she had been told.

[Jëdî T¥]

Cryo Sjame

People were running everywhere and screaming and Cryo just walked through them like nothing was happening. None of the humanoid combatants wanted to mess with him anymore; of course droids not knowing any still were fighting. Cryo knew that if he was going to find Ryl he would have to pick up the pace; seeking him out with the force he heard his message.

Find the girl? Shaking his head he sent Ryl a message back, “Alright I’ll find her…See you in Coruscant.” He almost wanted to tell him that he had fallen earlier, but he figured Ryl had already felt it through the force and they would talk about it as soon as they were back on Coruscant. Prison Sector? Where the hell was that at? Looking around he saw that there was a security check point down the hall and it probably had a computer with information on it.

Reaching the checkpoint he flipped open the data pad and started going through it to find some blue prints or anything that would give him a clue to where the Prison Sector was. “Found it!” Smiling he realized that he wasn’t to far away. The smile quickly left his face as a blaster bolt struck the data pad in his hand and vaporized. “poodoo!” Dropping behind the desk he pulled his acquired blaster pistols free from his holsters and leaned around the side of the desk and started pulling the triggers. Bolts lanced their way towards the droids striking them in their legs and lower torso. The droids dropped and Cryo hopped over the desk. Moving over he blasted each droid in the face, because he knew that just because they didn’t have legs didn’t meant they weren’t going to keep shooting.

Moving past the droids he started to run down the hall way towards the prison sector, this place was getting more hectic and he needed to get the hell out. Not before he found this Twi’lek girl Anka though. Turning the last corner he stopped mid step and ducked back behind the corner as blasters bolts came flying down the hall at him. Wow, looks like the guards are back. Blindly shooting around the corner, he hoped that they hadn’t found the girl. “I love the smell of blaster fire in the morning!” Snickering he popped out and shot down the hall catching a droid full in the face.

Ducking back he looked around, and then looked up. Reaching out with the force he found her she was above them in the ventilation ducts. All he could do was finish off these guards and hope nobody punched a hole right through where she was. Turning around the corner he pulled the triggers on both of the blasters and blasted the hell out of the rest of the people. Stepping through the clearing smoke he looked around for the one called Anka. Spinning the blaster pistols with his fingers he then slipped them back in his holsters. Smiling he leaned back against the wall next to the ladder and crossed his arms. “Anka? You can come out now.” He knew she was there, he could feel her.

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Dyn'la Solus

Not waiting for the droids to clear her ship Dyn’la had slipped into the choobiepit. The bay doors were going to be sealing soon, and she had no intention of sticking around for the aftermath. That only led to ship searches, possible interrogations, and delayed take offs. No way would she be setting herself up for another meeting with Vural, the vision of his gaping stomach infiltrating her mind as she took her seat. Already her fingers manipulated a series of switches, “We’re leaving,” she said, her voice monotone, as she spoke without thought to the droid forever locked in duty upon Ne’tra Solus. There would be no reply, at least not one that she’d understand, the binary language of the droid not being something that she’d paid much attention to.

Her spur of the moment intentions would prove dangerous, the sort of danger that she didn’t mind, at least she held some form of control over what was taking place, rather than being pulled from her ship and tossed into what seemed now to be a cargo bay riddled with chaos.
Sounds from the outside were bothersome, confusion radiating into her sights as she peered up from the control panel to see just what was taking place. Normally she’d be requesting take off rights, but that wasn’t realistic in this situation. No doubt she’d hear of this from Vural later, but that didn’t weigh heavily on her mind, in this time of split second decision making.
The solid hiss of the exit ramp closing caught her attention, her eyes skimmed the panel until locking onto a small replica display of her ship exhibiting mechanical movements of the outside.
“Secure,” she said more to herself than the droid.
Already the ship had begun to rotate, then lift into a smooth hover, landing gear tucking seamlessly into the posterior as it leveled. Twin thruster jets now radiated with a soft blue glow nearly ready for take off.

With the turn of the ship her eyes widened, pupils fluctuating between slits and round orbs until she focused upon the heavy sleeve of a door drawing shut from left to right.
Swiftly her hands moved with blind efficiency over the console, the controls being memorized by heart as she toggled a small lever, “Shields up,” the ship flickered visibly from the outside, “Cloaking activated,” what had been a flicker of protective shields melted, only a transparent, bubbled outline of her ship remained. “Backup Generator full charge,” everything spoken being more a matter of personal practice, a check list of sorts.
All the while the droid voicelessly worked in sync with her. She didn’t hold great affections towards astromech droids, but they were necessary for any ship that used hyperspace, or at least she thought so. Human error wasn’t anything she cared to deal with, not even her own, as even the smallest miscalculation could destroy not only her ship, but anyone inside.

A small bead of perspiration ran it’s course from her hairline over her temple, and then the Ne’tra Solus made it’s departure, thruster jets actively burning through the air in a forward push.
If anything the ship had been a favorite because of it’s speed, one minute there, the next only a shimmering dot in the distance.
Dyn’la chose to keep the ship lower than usual, rather than climbing in altitude she moved over the surface.
The facility being left behind was on alert, her ship leaving without authorized take off, she had no intention of painting herself as a target in a straight up shot. Only when intuition spoke, feeling that she’d moved out of range did the ship begin to climb away from the gravitational pull of the surface. She was eager to place as much distance between herself and Vural as possible even without having a full load of cargo on board. Whatever it was that they had going on down there, she had been certain in wanting no part of it. If they were getting busted, she’d be the one off laughing in space, unscathed and back to doing what she did best.

Breaking through the atmosphere at long last the tension brought on by clenched teeth in Dyn’la’s jaw line subsided. From there she spoke the coordinates of choice in the direction of the droid and seemed content with her progress.
“Wait,” she said, almost sounding as if she were holding a conversation with another person, relying upon logic and command of voice.
“Let us not take a chance that Suythe is marking my normal runs,” a memory of the pirate bringing about a firey expression that would go unappreciated by the unnamed droid.
Glaring at the navigation screen, picking out a route she hadn't traveled for some time, Dyn'la prattled off replacement coordinates to be recalculated and put to use.
“It takes us a bit out of the way,” but better that, than running into Suythe unexpectedly, her thought finishing the open statement.

Stretching back into her seat she closed her eyes for a moment, calming the state of her erratic heartbeat, and only listened to the mechanical workings of the droid, knowing that at any moment without needed command it would be sending them whirling into hyperspace, putting Ne’tra Solus to the test once again.

[Jëdî T¥]

Ryl Mevek

Silence fell around Ryl, he could barely hear voices up near the front of the ship, or a voice and an echo? of another voice. He steadied himself, clutching the edge of the crate he was beside, uncomfortable sharp stabs of pain shot through his arm, to his chest. Causing him to bite down hard stifling a groan of pain as the ship lifted off, broke the planets ring and was soon in orbit, no doubt about to take itself into hyperdrive.

Wavering vision stared down his line of sight of the cargo bay of the ship he had boarded, deciding it was best he stay out of sight for now and try to recover what strength he could. He lowered himself against the wall, blood trickling down his neck into his robes. He had all but forgotten he slammed his head into the floor earlier, concussion maybe. He didn't think about it for now, soon he would be able to heal what major injuries he sustained. For now though, rest, drawing his tattered robes about his frame lifting his hood to settle over his head and shoulders he sunk into them as best he could, settling the lightsaber down in his lap as he drew his knees up, attempting to be as small yet comfortable as possible. Planting himself next to the crate and hatch frame.

Thoughts began to drift as he listened to the noises of the ship, faint voices in the front. None sounding hostile, perhaps female. He wasn't sure yet, his eyes close concentrating on one sense for now the Force, using every bit of enery he had to stay awake enough to be alert. Fighting off the fatigue that was gnawing at his very core, trying to drag him under. His breathing stabilized, heartbeat following it, placing himself into a trance one to speed up his healing, and the recovery of energy.

[Jëdî T¥]

Dyn'la Solus

Both hands moved from the control panel to her face, brushing away the tell tale signs of worry, fingertips running from the roots of hair just above her ears all the way to the length. Eyes opening slowly she viewed what used to be a breath taking sight to behold, the twinkle of stars scattered through out the surrounding black for as far as she could see. Now it was such a common vision, she found herself yawning into a slouch. The droid continued to ready Ne'tra Solus for hyperspace, the engine in the room one floor above the choobiepit activating, internal shifting sounded out, proving that it was ready to comply. Lazily she closed her eyes once more, the small nap she’d stolen hours previous had hardly been considered restful. Again her eyes opened, head turning slightly as she looked over at the droid that required no seat, her hands lowered to grip each arm rest, “Don’t rush” she thought, but did not dare speak aloud as most droids could not effectively tell the difference between sarcasm and command.

As if the droid had suddenly developed telepathy, the stationary stars viewed via the choobiepit window began to move. A smile crept to her lips as she remembered her first experience in hyperspace travel from the choobiepit of her own ship. While she was not prone to motion sickness, she had a less than desirable reaction, singular dots of white suddenly moving so fast that they appeared to be great dashing lines slashing through the black canvas of space. But that was something of the past, only an image to come and go as her mind saw fit. Now she had become closely acquainted with hyperspace travel, and while it was still a spectacular thing to see, she didn’t find it to be nearly so thrilling.

After Ne’tra Solus sped into hyperspace then became settled within itself Dyn’la stood up and began to exit the choobiepit. Pausing by the door that slid open by presence alone she spoke one final command to the droid. “Notify me as we approach Smugglers Run, do not enter until I am present.”
Smugglers run was a wicked cluster of asteroids, some that had been carved hollow and now housed varied species, practically enugh to populate a planet. It was also one of the more dangerous places of travel, a place that required knowledge of the surroundings to maneuver without destroying a ship.

That said, she brushed past the door, then through the a-joining room that housed only a storage closet to her left, and the refresher to her right, the access hatch leading to the underbelly of the ship directly below her. A feeling of security filled her as everything seemed to be in place and she continued onward until walking over the graded metal flooring, the loading bay being the very center of her ship where she would be faced with several doors, two of which led to the main cargo holds either to the front left or right, two more that were directly to the sides. The one on the right leading to the galley, while the one opposite led to her personal chambers along with crew bunks, if she actually had a crew. For awhile she stood there, soaking in the steely, semi polished atmosphere, a tinge of loneliness seeping into her soul as she realized that aside from the droid there would be no real conversation to be had on this run. Though it wasn’t a bad thing, being crewless, as she was more than capable, she couldn’t help but become overwhelmed by thoughts of the unfortunate occurrence that stripped two familiar faces from the ship not even a week prior.

She’d not really had the chance to sort through the conflicted feelings of guilt over losing her last two crew mates. They’d been long standing on the ship, and she’d grown accustomed to their company, and now they were gone. If she took the time to dwell upon the incident, anger would strike, then the need for vengeance. Perhaps it was best to be a one person crew with a capable droid. That would ensure that she’d not have to deal with such loss again. A soft sigh escaped her, oblivious to the fact that her ship had been boarded by an intruder, and she turned towards the galley door, only stopping as a hint of crimson caught the corner of her eyes.
There on the ramp, which also served as the hull wall when drawn up and sealed was a smear of red. Droids certainly didn’t put out such colors, she hadn’t been recently wounded, there was nobody else aboard that could produce such a thing. Her mind picked through the possibilities as the galley door shut once more due to her absence. Already she’d begun to near the upturned ramp fingers outstretched to run over the smear, still fresh enough to be red and paint the tips of two fingers.
Dyn’la cursed under her breath, curiously aware that all was not as it had seemed, the slick red fingers brought close to her nose where she enhaled the scent. Turning her back to the wall now she began to re-examine the doors, the floor, the walls, her hand brushing back part of her lengthy jacket, forcefully pushing it into a fold that revealed a small blaster pistol strapped to her hip.

[Jëdî T¥]

Ryl Mevek

Breathing all but stopped as he felt movement. The small sounds outside the cargo door he was in pulling him from his reverie. Shifting he figured he was found out, his hand reached out to open the hatch, automatically it slid open, revealing himself to the pilot. Who stood before him, mere feet away.

Seeing the direction her hand was headed he spoke, red-rimmed dark eyes locking upon her face. from under his hood. " There is no need for that... " he wet his lips as he began to speak, almost feeling as though it had been years as he had moved his mouth. " I don't come to cause anyone harm. I am simply catching a ride. " His right hand lightly clutched the lightsaber, leaning foreward as he was stepping from the cargo area. His movements slow and precise, not trying to elicit any panic, fear or aggression from her.

" My name is Ryl Mevek. " As he talked his eyes ran over her form, studying her. Trying to decipher her intentions, empathic probings reached out towards her, seeking her emotional state, attempting to gauge what kind of actions she intended on taking towards him, in his weakened state he was still felt competant enough to take care of himself, yet one never knew. His eyes flickered to the side looking for others he may not have sensed as his words still hung in the air.

Dyn'la Solus

The visible answer to silence what questions had already formed quickly revealed itself, or himself rather as the door to her primary cargo hold slid open with a whoosh sound. The fingers of her left hand clenched about the butt of the small pistol as she produced a sobered expression. It was good that he’d been so fast to speak, as the words she felt the need to say were nothing short of aggressive. His voice softened her underlying desire to shoot him in the face without mercy, though she did not release her grip upon the weapon still held at her hip. “Stop,” she intervened, not particularly fond of his all be it slow advance from the cargo hold.
“My name is Ryl Mevek,” he said, her eyes searching what she could see of his as he introduced himself.

“Yes, that’s just wonderful Ryl Mevek, and now you’ve found your ride, aboard MY ship, where I just have to say, you’ve absolutely no business being…” she spoke clearly, her tone elevated by the severe aggravation she felt at hosting an unwanted traveler. Several more words came to pass, most muttered as she looked him over observing the weapon that only a fool would not recognize.

“Reveal yourself,” she said forcefully, her head canting forward and to the side, to bring forth the wild shag of auburn hair as she moved.
If it were an open armed welcome he’d expected, stranger to her ship, he’d been sorely mistaken. Though with the disturbance created on moon she’d left frantically, she could only imagine that he hadn’t taken the time to think of being welcome. Had she been trapped in a ship hanger with such things taking place around her, she likely would have stealthed aboard whatever craft had been more available as well, not that she felt the need to be hospitable all at once.

[Taddio Tara'dek]

Ryl Mevek:

Putting his hands out before him palm open, the lightsaber clutched in the right hand by just his fingers. Slowly he lifted up his hand to push back his hood, letting it fall back behind his shoulders. Tipping his chin up to stare down at her. Holding her gaze.

" I mean no harm, simply in need of passage. If it is payment you require that can be handled as well. " His voice was abit tight, not through tension or anger, simply through the lack of energy, right now straining to even hold himself upright as it was.

" I appologize for not requesting first but... due to the circumstances it would have been abit hard. " He attempted a smile, his lips lifting up slightly at the corners making his stern, hard seeming face soften up abit. Only to have it drop away, almost as if he was one unaccustomed to smiling often.
Blood trickled down the back of his neck, reminding him of his current situation, a chill running down his spine as the crimson fluid made its one raceway down his back. His eyes unfocusing a second only to quickly redraw in, composing himself.

" It is of importance that I get safely from here and to Coruscant... " he said abruptly, perhaps prematurely but it needed to be said before he passed out, sensing no immenant danger from this woman before him he tried as best as he could to appear humble, non-hostile and simply in need of her assistance.

Ne’tra Solus:

Dyn’la wasn’t exactly the nervous type, his motions, slow as they were gave her little reason to react. She had ideas of what his profession happened to be already, and felt that if he intended to murder or attack her it would have been done already. Though the blood indicated he’d been wounded, perhaps making him vulnerable and less likely to do so. All the same she watched him with steady eyes, his features coming into view plainly as the hood had been pushed back. Recognition lit within, her pupils reacting in betrayal as she took note of the vaguely familiar face. For reasons known only to her, she offered a sickly sweet smile. He’d been the one from earlier that had provided her spirits a lift, taken into custody no doubt.

Appraising him further, listening quietly as he further explained himself she gave a nod here or there, half pretending to understand his situation. “So the commotion, it was your doing…” not so much said as a question, but more an accusation, a flicker of curiousity prompting the statement.
“Put your weapon away, and I’ll be more accommodating,” perhaps a lie, though it would release her hold over the blaster if he did so. Then she stepped forward, fearlessly, foolishly to some, and disregarded him as she peered into the cargo hold to see that he’d not been exploring her shipment.
“Supplies… I do hope you kept your hands free of the crates,” somewhat speaking to him, but more letting him know that she didn’t care for his presence, especially in her holds.

With the close proximity, she withdrew from the cargo hold and took a closer look at the man. “Coruscant…” she smiled, fond memories of that planet held dear within her mind, she certainly wouldn’t mind the trip, but had already set forth towards a more promising destination. Promising for her anyhow, as it was where she needed to be with little delay. Hauling around her shipment through Coruscant wasn’t exactly a smart move, unless it had been well planned. Nothing he could say would convince her that his task at hand was more important than her own, but, she wouldn’t be making it a point to tell him that.

Now playing out her role, manipulative as she could be when needed, Dyn’la turned her back to the man, foolish again, but very much on purpose as to display a small ounce of trust faked or not, “Come Ryl Mevek, let us further discuss such things in the galley, I’m sure you’ll find the surroundings more hospitable than the loading bay.”

Ryl Mevek:

Seeing her almost visibly lose tension, even to the point she smiled not a completely friendly, warm "Hi, nice to meet you smile" but a smile none the less. Even if it was a private smile of sorts.
Tension left him, not realizing he had so much in him at the moment, the lightsaber he neatly deposited back at his hip, dangling from its metal corded band.

" You could say it was my doing, more or less. " He replied in answering her question about the commotion. " I have no reason to touch your supplies. " Humorlessly he shot back to the inquiry of him touching her supplies, his eyes wandering over the rest of the area, now that he was free to do so.

" So shall I make up a name to address you with, or do you have one?" he inquired, as his body trembled, a short half stumble as he tried to take a step away from the crate. Regaining control of his motor functions quickly, as a muscle in his jaw ticked, aggitation showing through his features at the display. " Yes Coruscant, " he spoke back as she mentioned the word. Barely hearing he mention the galley and the loading bay, making himself move after her as she led the way to a different part of her ship.

Ne’tra Solus:

Paused at the door she stepped to the side just as it opened, her right hand sweeping up and extending out as to invite him inside. She still held the pistol within her left though the grip had loosened considerably until finally releasing. A sensitive one, she thought, his words coming across as offended while trying to sound level. As he moved closer toward the galley door, the setting not so vulgar within, she still maintained the smile from earlier, catlike eyes picking over his person, trying to determine where he may have been injured, weak points.

With the inquiry to her name as she stood in wait, the invite of her hand lowered, nails fidgeting mid air.
“Dyn’la,” she said after only a few seconds of hopefully unnoticed hesitation, “Dyn’la Solus.” Smuggler or not, she doubted that her reputation had ever met with his ears, they likely didn’t run in the same social circuit. “I’d say that it’s a pleasure to meet you, but I’d be lying,” her voice was playful, the words were not.

Ryl Mevek:

Ryl knew he had to be painting a rather pretty picture, blood running from his scalp down his neck, blaster burns across his flesh, dirty, smoke and other odd excrements caking his once neatly cleaned Jedi robes which were now nothing more than torn rags that hung from his body.

" I hope you don't care if I seat myself, it's been a rough... day. "

" Dyn'la Solus. " He repeated her name, as if he was committing it to memory, his eyes glazing over as he stood there, not catching any humor in her next lines either missing it in her tone of voice as well. " Interesting name. "

" If you do not mind me asking, what are you? " He still had notice she was hesitant to put the weapon away, understandable due to the circmstances, he rubbed fingers into his palms, feeling a fingernail crack and break away, blood bubbling up underneath where it was. Not paying really the slightest amount of attention to it, pain was no stranger to him.

Expecially when his mind was being drawn elsewhere as it was now, the images trying to pull themselves to the surface of his mind, causing him to release a small sound of tortured annoyance. Closing his eyes before her, something rather odd to be doing infront of a complete stranger as he willed them away, anger welling up at his small feeling of helplessness, flashes, blood, screams, a face, more faces, battles, crying... all having started as she had said her name to him. Soon the torrenting rush of 'hallucinations' ended, allowing him to lose the strain in his face, gazing at her again, seeming confused and lost for several moments, looking at but past her.

Ne’tra Solus:

Following shortly behind him, eyes captured for the time by the thick hair matted with blood at the back of his skull she pointedly slipped around him and to the side, towards the small kitchenette area.
“Sit, stand, just try not to bleed all over the place, I’d expect a stow away to be more than willing to clean up his own mess, but I still don’t care to see your waste littering my galley.” While Ne’tra Solus was an impressive trades ship as small as it was in comparison to others, it did not have a set room for keeping wounded. Upon meeting the counter space Dyn’la unlatched a lower cabinet door and pulled it open, dropping into a fast squat as she paid little attention to where he happened to be in the galley, or the question as to what she was. Instead she began withdrawing two thinly folded white towels resting the first on her bent knee, the second draping over her shoulder.

As she stood the rest of his attempt at conversation replayed within her mind, she shook her head in reply, “No, it’s truly not such an interesting name,” probably one best forgotten, she thought after speaking.
Using her knee to nudge the cabinet door shut, the latch automatically set to hold it in place, she turned, the smile having faded, her features indicating that he was more trouble than he was worth. That she’d begun to realize, his presence aboard her ship marked her as the very target she’d hoped to avoid being earlier as she fled the moons atmosphere.

“What am I…” she said, partially repeating his question, both towels becoming bunched within her right hand, the neat folds undone as she walked towards him, offering the towels or discarding them in his lap, dependant upon whether he took them or not. Her eyes then turned somewhat volatile as she replied, the situation unraveling in her mind, turning ugly, bad things sure to come her way.
“Well Ryl Mevek, I suppose I’m the pilot, that is now in great danger because I didn’t notice that someone who obviously is in much more trouble than I could ever hope to be, had boarded her craft.”
For a fact, she was not at all shy when it came to revealing her extreme displeasure.

“So pay me the same respect, and tell me who you are, why you were being escorted by guard earlier from the bay, and why you are so desperate to land my ship in Coruscant.”

[Taddio Tara'dek]

Ryl Mevek:

Seated himself eagerly, his body instantly seeming to relax into the seat, hearing her mention him being a mess. He frowned, discarding his robe, opening his tunic so it fell about his waste then prying open his shirt to reveal a battle scarred, blaster burned up torso, lifting his hair up with one hand he reached out for the towels taking them to begin dabbing at the wound.

" Once more, I am sorry. It is wrong of me to endanger an innocent such as yourself. However, I might be saving alot more people. Who am I? er... I'm a Jedi here on business for Coruscant's Jedi Order. At least originally but that fell through into something else, it seems that more was going on than we ever imagined, I hope that is enough information for you. "

His eyes darkened as he felt around the back of his skull with the towelette, his skull still intact. Blood soaking into it as he held it there, then used his tunic to tear up, and rip into pieces tying it around his head much like a bandanna. His hair falling down again, pulling what was left of his undershirt back on.

" I trust I am safe enough to rest... the fighting has taken its toll on me. " he would have tossed in a threat, but didn't find that necessary, so far she had been polite enough and why make things worse for himself, he felt he was safe enough. " I appreciate this. Dyn'la Solus.... you will be paid when we reach Coruscant, I will see to it personally. "

An’ka:

Sitting quietly, she listened to the commotion going on underneath her. By the sounds of it people were running here and there almost like they were trying to get away from something, or someone. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she wrapped her arms around them, keeping her pack close to her as she waited.

As she heard the blasters begin to fire, she scurried to the other side of where she had been sitting, dragging her bag along behind her. She didn’t dare open the tile to see what was going on down their, her breath began to quicken as fear took over her body. She didn’t want them to find her again; she could only hope that the Jedi had come back like he said he was going to.

Listening carefully as the sounds suddenly stopped, she heard someone speak her name, it didn’t sound like the voice of the man that had been in the cell with her, but through the ceiling it did sound somewhat muffled.

Crawling over to the spot where she knew that she could get out, she pushed the tile over to the side and slung her backpack over her shoulder. In her thoughts, she knew that one of two things was going to happen, as soon as she set foot on the rungs of the ladder she would either be killed or taken prisoner again, or she would be allowed to climb down to safety.

A violet shade of toes stepped upon the first metal rung, her hands shaking as she began to slowly descend the ladder. Followed next by long lean legs and a lithe body. Stopping halfway down, she looked but could only see the top of the person’s head underneath her. They hadn’t shot her yet, so she assumed that she had a fighting chance.

Finishing her descent, she dropped down to the floor in a crouch, her eyes staring at the man’s feet and raising as she raised her own body to a stand. The tchin that had been hanging behind her, slowly raised and slipped over her shoulder, twitching from side to side as her eyes met his. “You are not the one that was here before.”

Ne’tra Solus:

With clarity she listened to him speak, watching him as he tended his wounds. It was obvious to her more than ever that he’d experienced many hardships, if they could be considered that, but she felt no pity for him. Fate had called upon him to be a Jedi, it was his choice, and then in turn, his duty.
“Your apologies wont mean much to either one of us if they manage to track down my ship,” she said rationally but with spite. “But seeing as it’s for the good of the people, your worthy cause, I suppose it’s the least I could do, taking you to Coruscant,” she had to work hard at relaying her words in a tone that would seem sincere. Coruscant was a predictable trip, if things were really as serious as he made them sound, then they would be watching for him, expecting him, and probably her as well by the time they put two and two together. Escaped Jedi, unauthorized craft speeding away, not much room for mystery there.

Dyn’la wandered the room for a moment, a cat like pace from one side to the next, slow, predictable steps as she mulled over a few thoughts, choosing to keep them to herself, rather than share. One, Smugglers Run was no place for a Jedi, just taking him there could jeopardize not only her trades relations there, but mark her as a traitor to the underground. Her nose wrinkled, finding it increasingly hard to smile. Leave it to a Jedi to board my ship, she thought, the length of her coat lapping over the back of her knees as she continued to walk the distance of the far wall.

Out of turn she chose to speak, a lengthy silence having transpired, “It seems to me, if you are in need of rest, trust isn’t an issue. But no, you’ve nothing to fear from me, it would be a fools errand to intend harm against one such as yourself.” It sounded as if she were fluffing his ego, but her intent was more to downplay herself. Had she been feeling more giving, she’d of even gone so far as to offer one of the crew bunks, the thought had been there, but she chose to keep him confined to the galley. He was lucky she didn’t put him in cargo pod three with the airlock forcing him into captivity. Certainly would have made things easier for her, at the drop of a hatch he would be unloaded and dispatched like garbage. However, Dyn’la was no rampant murderer, she’d save such tasks for those with a taste for blood.

“I’ll leave you to rest then,” she said kindly, her demeanor changing just as fast as her expression. “I will let you know when we’ve arrived in Coruscant.” It wasn’t exactly a lie, if she were actually going to Coruscant, she’d certainly make him aware of their arrival. But still, despite his story, and the cause, she hadn’t a single intention of changing course, it would be Smugglers Run, and by her estimation, they’d be there within four hours time, give or take.

Ryl Mevek:

He studied her as she walked back and forth, running his tongue along the inside of his mouth, tasting the salty warmth of blood mingled with saliva. Listening as she spoke. He frowned slightly, his eyes almost closing as he looked down, eyelids heavy with lack of stamina. Thoughtfully he almost whispered back to her.

" Noble of you Dyn'la. " He tore off the outter robe suddenly, tossing it into a corner. It was useless now, as was the outer tunic. Leaving him with only his black undershirt, several holes in it but not as bad as the other clothes he wore. Standing with a light groan he made his way to the corner he had tossed his clothing in, laying down into it. " I shall be awake shortly, probably by the time we reach Coruscant. "

Ryl's eyes ran over her again, doing his unconsious probing seeking outwards with the Force again, empathy coming into play, he knew he was being far too trusting, perhaps it was his weakened state, or maybe it was just the vibes this woman put off. Whichever it was he tried to quell it, caution was always a needed thing. To let his gaurd down now could be fatal. She seemed untrusting, more so then he. Perhaps she was hiding something, he shifted rolling onto his back half sliding up the wall so his shoulders were up, one knee rising, watching in silence as the woman moved about. About to say something he closed his mouth, deciding the time for speaking was over, his eyes drifting closed, senses outward, breathing slowing as he put himself into a forced half-sleep, one where he was aware of his surroundings but his body was shut down, recooperating. Leaving her to her devices. Having no clue their intended course was not yet Coruscant. Taking the woman at her word.

Cryo Sjame:

He stayed where he was as he watched her descend the ladder, his eyes never left her form as she made her way down. For one thing he didn’t know if he could trust here, because she didn’t know that he was here to rescue her and he wasn’t Ryl. His face twitched slightly as she got to the bottom.

Meeting her eyes he nodded. “I’m Cryo Sjame and I’m here to rescue you. Or I guess finish what my cousin Ryl started.” Chuckling his senses picked up something coming at them and he turned quickly, the blaster coming into his hand at lightning speed. Bringing it up he pulled the trigger and sending a deadly lancet of energy towards the attacker. It caught him full in the throat and dropped him to his back. Spinning the blaster around on his finger he dropped it back in the holster.

“Anyways I suggest we get out of here before I have to kill more people and continue my fall…” Scowling he started walking towards the direction of his ship. Fall that was what he was trying to avoid until the next time he saw Ryl. Ryl was like an older brother to him, he was still young in the Jedi ways and young period. It was hard for him to always control his emotions and try and find peaceful ways to do things. Shrugging he looked back to see if Anka was following him. “Anka right? My ship is this way and we can get the hell out of here, I’m heading towards Coruscant so if you want to ride along that’s fine.” Forcing a smile to his face he wondered if she could feel the darkness that surrounded him.

Ne’tra Solus:

“Noble of you Dyn’la,” the words struck a chord within her, she froze mid-step, turning to look at the man that thought her so noble. It was surprising to her that he was so easily played. So trusting that he’d wake bordering Coruscant. Guilt riddling in fact.

“Not really,” she whispered back, her words barely audible. Normally she’d of been bothered by the way he tossed his bloody clothes around, littering her galley just as she’d requested he not. Yet the words clung to her, gnawing at the back of her neck, forcing her eyes down and away. What would come of him once they reached Smugglers Run she did not know. It wasn’t her concern though, she kept telling herself that. He’d invited himself upon her ship, intruding upon her plans. She owed him nothing, nothing at all. If anything, no matter where her ship took him, he was in her debt. Though she still found herself downed by the word.

Noble, nobody she knew or associated with would have ever described her as such. Manipulative, dirty, scandalous, so many descriptive words out there with her name all over them, and of them all, he had to choose the one that would knock her back and force her to think. As she moved to abandon the room, the need to recollect her thoughts, to reinforce the wall that held her vigilant and in control she stopped once again. It felt as if he were watching her. She wondered if perhaps the strong feelings she tried to hold private had seeped to the surface, if he’d detected the lie that wasn’t completely a lie. Casually she peered through the auburn blades, looking without looking in his direction. For several long moments she stayed there, watching him silently, he’d not been staring into her soul after all, but sleeping by the looks of it.

“Tion’ad hukaat’kama…” she whispered miserably, then she was gone, no trace of her other than the sound the door made as it shut behind her.

An’ka:

Anka tipped her head to the side as the man looked her over, staring right back at him as he spoke his name and told her why he was there. She didn't think that she had much of a choice but to trust him and it was either that or stay here and she wasn't opting for the latter.

As he pulled his blaster and fired at the attacker coming up on them, she stepped back and spoke "Uba niboba che blastoh." So the other one's name was Ryl, at least that mystery was cleared up for her, of course she had to wonder why he rescued her in the first place when she had done nothing for either of them.

Perhaps it was just in their nature, they were Jedi after all, though this one seemed a little bit more trigger happy than she liked, but who was she to argue.


The tchun that still lay over her shoulder, lifted and slipped across her shoulder, joining it's twin on the opposite side as they intertwined with each other. Heaving her backpack up on her shoulder, she began to follow Cryo, nodding her head as he spoke her name "Yes, Anka."

Thoughts began to wander as she noticed the differences yet similarities between the two Jedi. And if they were going to meet up with the original who had set out to free her from her cell.

"Tagwa, Ree Leah."

Ne’tra Solus:

Somehow the idea of sitting in the choobiepit with a heavy mind, and a droid as her only company didn’t seem all that appealing. Sleeping with disturbing glances into the future was even less appetizing, and sharing the same space with the Jedi that trusted her, when she wasn’t exactly worthy of such, was just unsettling. So Dyn’la retreated into the second cargo hold, it was no where near as packed as the first. That in itself taking her mind from the guilty words spoken.
While having an unbalanced ship was hardly an issue, it was something small, a pet peeve that irritated her. Everything needed balance, but there was very little she could do about it at this time.

Slouching free of her coat, the sleeve gun still mounted to her forearm with coiled straps, she lay the coat slack over a crate to her right. Again she started pacing, the cool air of the hold assaulting the bare flesh of her shoulders as she moved. She was beyond restless, one may even say she looked stir crazy, but that was hardly plausible as she’d only been back on her ship for a few hours time. Eventually the motions would cease, Dyn’la having placed herself between three large crates, to her back and sides.
Then she slid down, knees drawing up to her chest each ankle kicking outward in a very awkward looking position. Resting her forehead upon the bend of her coupled knees, she began humming a tune of solitude, wordless and tranquil. From her crate guarded position, she too would rest much like the Jedi, no where near the point of true sleep, but rebuilding her resistances mental brick, by brick until she could stand tall once again, leave the hold, and guide her ship through the dangerous asteroid field know as Smugglers Run in a more guilt free manner.

Naro Mevek:

With all the comotion that had gone on in the last few minutes, or could've have been hours for all he knew, had sent the whole city into a panic, which was good for Naro. With all the soldiers trying to settle down the civlian riots, the ex-soldier could easliy walk, or stumble, without having any one slow his search.

"Door seven, and no one home." the mercentary had told himself, as a way to keep himself conscious as he had shifted from house to house and room to room, with Pistol in hand and DC-17m dangling across his undamaged side, and with not the slightest clue of where to start, other then an unconscious soldiers useless information that anyone who would have paid attention could've gathered.

During his search a familiar voice echoed in his mind, "You must....lek... she hides....the prison.... and leave... I've...deliver what.... the Council."Was all Naro had been able to make out. Unable to decifer the message due to the the pounding headache and dizziness he is sufferning from the several wound's that were dealt to him recently, "Wounds caused by carelessness." he thought, and not to mention the gash in his shoulder gave to him by the now Naro-made, pile of scrap.

Noticing the carnage around him he had figured his brother must have made it out of the city on his own. Naro still running the message over and over in his head trying to figure out what Ryl had said, decided to give up, besides he could make out one part of the message, " And leave." Which sounded like a good idea, considering his current state.

Corporal Mevek decided to find his way out of the city and back to his ship, while reversing his direction, realising the city had been completly barren on this side, Naro had noticed two figures standing directly infront of him, both with pistol's pointed at his face. The "second soldier", who's fortitude he had underestimated, and the Adinian, limping with a bandaged leg, did not look too happy. Naro too weak to fight, from the loss of blood, drops his pistol to the ground and raises his hands, waiting for the shot to come.

The soldier using his empty hand signals the other, "Wait, dont shoot him yet," he says, then walks over to Naro and slams his fist into his wound. Naro curls over, wincing at the pain, then slowly starightens himself once again. Flicking a quick smile towards the two now laughing at him, he calmy says "Sure, you can take a hit....but man...do you need to work on your swing."

The two men stop laughing and glare at the mercenary, suddenly the Adinian walks up without warning or haste and slams the but of the gun into the side of the Kiffarians neck, knocking him to the ground once again, apperently having so much fun that they completely forgot that they were going to kill him, a mistake.