Visit to Bakura

[Kay-Larr]

Sputter! Sputter! Cough! Boom! A heavily modified (or rather patched together from junk parts) transport vessel exited hyperspace just outside the orbit of Bakura in the Outer Rim. It was amazing that the vessel even managed to hold together at all, let alone make it through hyperspace. Entering the atmosphere was another matter entirely, however. The three occupants on board; a pilot and two passengers, held on and prayed to whatever deity they believed in as the vessel shook uncontrollably. Through the small windows they could see the flames building. Alarms began sounding as the systems started failing, and everyone on board knew that the end of their journey was near.

"HOLD ON!!!!", the Corellian pilot shouted. The two passengers were doing just that, white knuckling their seats as the sounds of bits and pieces of the vessel falling apart were heard. Then came the tree line. It knocked the vessel to the right and left as the larger tree trunks were struck, until finally it came to a crash landing just beyond the forest's edge and into a meadow.

The seats that were once bolted down to the floor became airborne with the g-force of the impact, sending the pilot to crash against the viewport, breaking his neck with the weight of both his body and the heavy chair. The two passengers were a little luckier. They had more room for their seats to fly and tumble full-circle in the air. The seat carrying a smuggler-on-the-run landed against a pile of crates. The other seat containing an exiled Jedi Padawan landed against bags of rice and grain. The smell of smoke alerted the two winded survivors and brought them back into the present, each of them moving quickly to unbuckle themselves. Once free of their restraints, the two grabbed their things, one a dufflebag and the other a satchel, and worked together in pushing the door open. But that's all that they worked together on, for as soon as that door was opened, the smuggler fled into the woods.

"....Not even a thank you? How typical." the Padawan muttered under her breath. Despite the smoke and growing number of fire spots, she had to check on the pilot, so she made her way to the cockpit. The dead eyes staring back at her with broken vertebrae popped out of his neck was a very clear indication that he was beyond her help. At least he had landed them somewhat safely....

The smoke increased and it wasn't long before the Padawan left the transport vessel, coughing and clutching her satchel as she walked briskly through the meadow and into the forest. BOOM!!! The sound of the vessel's explosion echoed through the valley with the fireball and smoke soaring high into the air. "So much for the element of surprise..."


Hours later, she sat in her makeshift camp in the forest 15 kilometres from the crash site, sipping her tea and contemplating what had gotten her there. Much like her fellow passenger, she to was on the run, but only from her past. And with little credits to spare she had bought passage on that poor excuse for a transport vessel to this planet, having heard of it's pleasant terrain and favourable weather patterns. The fact that it was way out in the Outer Rim was also a bonus. Unfortunately, the transport vessel was in no condition for a return trip.

As she sipped her tea, the Padawan looked down at some of the scratches and bruises on her arms and legs and for the next several minutes, she tapped into the Force to heal them. Normally she'd just let them heal on their own, but as far as she could tell, no one was around to take notice, not even the smuggler. So it was safe to use this technique on herself.

When she was younger, she used to love watching the flames of a campfire, but no more. It only brought back the painful memories of her late husband's funeral pyre, and always she could see his body burning beneath the flames. But that was five years ago. And now at 27 her life was completely changed. No longer was she married, no longer was she the mother of two adopted children as both of them fled from their enemies shortly after their father's death. The only constant was that she was still exiled from the Jedi Order for breaking the rules. It was a stupid excuse she thought, for she did nothing but help quell conflicts and negotiate peace between two sides. For some reason unknown to her, the Padawan was able to convince just about everyone to side with her ideas, whether they served the Force or not. It was no Jedi Mind Trick mind you, but something else and she was completely unaware of it, believing instead that she was just very good at winning arguments and compromising.

The Padawan finished her tea and put out the fire, covering it with dirt instead of using her water rations. She then scaled a nearby tree and with the aid of her cloak and strong branches, she made a hammock of sorts to spend the night in. Shortly after falling asleep, the rain started. Lovely. At least it would hide her tracks and put out the fire from the crash. If it rained enough, that is.

Tomorrow is another day. There was much to learn about this planet and it's inhabitants as well as whether or not the Empire had established itself here. Would she make any friends? Would she have to continue to hide the fact that she was a Force user? It probably wouldn't be long until she found out.

 

[Xanatos]

A young aspiring Sith apprentice curse loudly as he rummage through his tent looking for supplies he knew he had for some reason he only had a quarter of it left, he just left a village two day's ago and bought enough supplies to last two weeks. Well this mini vacation for him was starting off on the wrong foot literally one of the villagers must have taken some of the items back while he was negotiating on a price, he smiled at thought of possibly strangling who ever it was that did it or maybe the entire village "Well might as well make a good trip." he said out loud. The 26 year old had a few weeks of freedom before his next training begin in about three weeks he thought of going to the outer rim and camp on a planet just like the good old day's when he was in the marines and spend the hours training on the skills he learn, fat chance of that happening any time soon this whole idea was beginning to look like a bad choice and only getting worse.

Letting out a heavy sigh and closing his eyes the young man sat down in annoyance he had to head back to the village there's no question about it, he needed food and he had yet to see any creature to roam the area near him typical. It was quite all around him that is until a loud crashing noise he open his eye's and look over to the direction it came from his green eye's narrow he wasn't sure what it was but he was going to find out maybe he could 'salvage' some things from what ever it was like food.

It took him a few hours to pack his things once this was done he begin to try to make it to what ever crashed.. or more like explode. He doubt there would be any thing there to salvage but he needed to see for himself it was more to prove to himself that there was nothing there for him. Hours pass by he watch as the sun light became less bright then darker and darker as the it begin to set, there was no point in continuing on in the dark he didn't know what was out there if any thing but something was urging him to continue on just for a while longer.

[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

The rainfall soon reached the part of the forest where the smuggler was having a rest. Every bit of noise made him jump. He was human, small and lanky in appearance. While wanting to make a name for himself and impress the Hutts, he botched an easy smuggling operation which cost the criminal family....well, more than his life was worth. And so he ran, bought passage to this planet, only to crash land next to a forest. A forest. He didn't know how to survive in a forest! He was too used to desert climates! Panic was starting to kick in. And now with the rain, his tracks were getting covered, so he was pretty sure that he was lost.


A snap of a branch got the man quickly to his feet. As he turned to run away he ended up smacking right into the Sith Apprentice and then bounced off, landing on his bottom. As the Sith's green eyes glowed, the smuggler grew even more fearful, clutching his dufflebag that contained all that he owned. Inside it were some clothing, food, liquor and a small amount of credits.


Shaking, the smuggler pleaded with the Sith, "P-p-please don't hurt m-m-me...."

[member="Xanatos"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Xanatos"]

Dumb planet with its dumb forest and it's dumb weather. Jaster didn't like being on planets, he enjoyed the cold metal of a space station or ship. Yet here he was dragging his feet with his Mariens and science team looking for new flora and herbs to study. Why the weapons most would ask, well they were in Fring space, they didn't really like people poking around in their planets without invitation. Something even with a invitation the locals of Fring space would get rowdy. Even more risk were wild planets like the world he was on now, no real heavy populated mega city's, so no real news spread quickly. This strangers were often looked with caution. Thus, the weapons and soldiers, well security they liked to be called.

Looking in the sky with annoyance Jaster noticed a streak of dark cloud rushing across the sky. He knew this trails, a space craft was crashing, he'd been in a few to know what it looked like. With even more annoyance he looked to his men, "Come on you lazy dogs, let's go see what the fuss is about."

They jogged off to the direction of the crash.

They arrived at the crash site tword the night, the pilot was dead. Jasters men pulled him out of the crash, checking for identification they could not find any. The crash itself was to destroyed to recover what the ship once was, even the data boxes were destroyed. They would continue to check for the dead or possible living but no others were found. Supplys were scattered across the ground. Jaster guessed the craft was a supply ship coming to sell its goods. Jaster ordered pictures be take of the body and then buried. The local city would be notified of the cords where the body lies with the picture for intensification.

One of Jaster marines found a pair of footprints leading into the forest, while another marine found one running off in the other direction. Then as darkness approached Jaster could see the light of a fire in the distance. He and his men follows it, as they got closer, the light extinguished itself and was gone. Jaster and his men were to far from the camp site to have been heard so he guessed quincidence. They continued with caution.

 

[Xanatos]

The young man continue on until something ran right into him with a thud what ever it was fell to the ground, he glared down to see a fear full human staring back at him. "Grate just what I need.." he thought to himself. he begin to evaluate the man before, scrawny, scared pathetic.. he caught a sight of the small bag he was carrying, The panic man must have notice this because after a few moments he could hear the man pleading for Xanatos not to hurt him. A small smile begin to form on his lips "What's in the bag?" he listen for the man to answer but all he did was continue his pleading rolling his eye's in annoyance Xanatos pick him up by the front of his clothing "You don't want me to hurt you? You shouldn't have run into me."

Grabbing the bag away from the man Xanatos, begin to let his anger out quickly taking his lightsaber of his belt and igniting it. With a snap hiss it came a live and before the man could run for it the crimson blade found itself going through him with ease.

 

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Xanatos"] [member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]

As the Sith Apprentice asked what was in his bag, by pure instinct he held onto it tighter. Big mistake. Quickly he was hoisted up into the air and his bag taken. Moments later, a lightsaber was ignited into his thigh. The smuggler wanted to cry out in pain, but his voice just caught in his throat. "I'm going to die...", he thought, his words clearly visible in his eyes.


Fortunately the searing heat from the lightsaber cauterized his wound, but that left him little comfort as he dropped to the ground. Whether the Sith was going to just leave him there or kill him, he had no idea.....


Meanwhile the Padawan slept soundly into the morning. The rain and the rocking of the makeshift hammock helped her stay asleep. It took her a few moments to realize where she was when she woke up. The sun was shining. That was pleasant to see. It was warm and inviting, giving one the feeling of many possibilities.


Carefully she got out of her hammock and took it down. But instead of climbing down, she instead climbed up the tree to get a good look at her surroundings. The forest was vast, but she could see the meadow where she had crashed way off in the distance. Looking the other direction she saw some small mountains and a clearing on part of one indicating that there was civilization somewhere nearby.


As she climbed back down, the Padawan thought that she caught a glimpse of metal glinting in the forest. But then it seemed to disappear. It could very well have been rain puddles reflecting the sun. So she continued down, satchel over her shoulder. Water was what she needed. First step of survival. Who knew how long before she reached a town, so she needed to have more than enough water on hand. Especially for tea. Her lovely, soothing, delicious tea.


Once on the ground she headed in the direction of the town, unaware that there were others following her tracks.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Lady Kay"]

Jaster and his men were forced to camp that night in darkness and live of protein bars. The herbalist and his fellow scientist weren't use to it, though Jaster couldn't risk the crash survivor finding them out. They were hot on the survivors trail. Though they waisted time for the scientist to catch their breath, the marines cared less, camp meant they could drink, that's all that mattered. Jaster was worried about the survivor though, villages in the area were not know for their hospitality. Other like to the north were fine, nearing the capital was nicer people. Outlanders like villages to the south were known to having bandits and violent character roaming, people with something to hide.

Jaster gathered their people and continued on, the trail finally after 8 kilometers of walking found a camp. It had only been briefly lived in but the occupant was only 2 hours ahead of them. Jaster marine trackers were trained by the Madalorian Force Hunters, elite band of people bend on combat and hunting force users. Though if the survivor was a knight of inquisitor, the few men Jaster had, would be wiped out.

"Let's get moving, the survivor seems to be moving this way." Jaster voiced to his men.

One of the scientist voiced his opinion, "Why are we risking the mission for a survivor, Admiral?"

Jaster did ask himself that question, though the answer was still quite unclear to himself he said, "If one of my men were missing and lost in these woods, Ild try just as I am now to retrieve them and get them to safety, tell me why that should change cuz it is a stranger?"

The scientist looked down at his feet in defeat, he know Jaster was right. Leaving anyone in these woods to wonder was not only a possible sentence of death, but one they would have to live with not knowing. The mission was important, gathering new medical herbs for research, but what good is the moral stance of saving life, over the practicality of it. They were in truth, still on the same mission, just the long term, became much closer.

They moved through the woods, quickening their step to catch up with the survivor. Once closing to a river, Jaster men requested a diversion to refill their water purifiers, Jaster was getting low himself so he authorized it. They made note of where the tracks were and made way to the river.

 

[Jorin]

Jedi, Sith, it didn't matter, both were going to die.

The jungle provided for the hunter, food, drink, shelter, and plenty of ways to cover his tracks. Creeping through the heart of the jungle the force-dead commando followed [member="Lady Kay"]'s tracks. For her he had a simple way of dealing with things, he'd use the various IEDs he'd brought along to attack the town, butchering as many as needed to draw out the woman by her bleeding heart. Jedi were predictable. The Sith however, [member="Xanatos"], would be something more difficult to plan due to the unpredictability of Sith and because Cody frankly had just discovered his presence, but somehow he felt the actual execution would be easier.

Difficulty was irrelevant however, all that mattered was liberation, equality, and vengeance. His sons had been cast aside and forgotten, millions of his boys were dead, burned or buried in mass graves on the now One Sith controlled worlds they'd died defending. He was going to make amends, when he was done everyone would remember their sacrifice and would remember the destruction that had been wrought as consequence of the galaxy forgetting.

Mentally he checked over his gear, which consisted of his rifle, numerous pistols, knives, vibroknucklers, the wrist mounted devices which had served him for years, and everything needed to accomplish his mission. Stepping through the brush, the black ballistic armored man came fave to face with a woman, no older than twenty. Instantly fear ran through her, he could see it in her eyes as they stared into the faceplate of his helmet. She was too shocked to scream as he balled his hand into a fist and rammed the blade mounted on his forearm into her throat.

As the woman collapsed he felt nothing, no disgust, no self-hate, he didn't fething care, it was all for justice, for his boys. He was going to do what so few dared to try.

Quite plainly, he was going to kill every force user he could find.

[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

The Padawan heard the river in the distance and moved towards it. She put her satchel down and proceeded to refresh herself by washing her hands, face and neck. It felt wonderful, but was much too cold for swimming. She dried herself off with her cloak and then gathered some water in her water skin, but not before filling up her little kettle.

Not long afterwards and still in sight of the river she made herself a little campfire and prepared her tea and breakfast. As she began to eat she spotted a bunch of soldiers, escorting some other men. They seemed quite out of place, but perhaps no more than she was. They appeared to be following her tracks. Wonderful. But for the moment, they didn't appear threatening.

The Padawan remained where she was, appearing calm and casual as she sipped her tea while they approached. "Morning....Lovely day, isn't it?"

[member="Xanatos"] [member="Jaster of clan Awaud"] [member="Cody Jorin"]

 

[Farlon Orbit]

The past few days had been bewildering to Orbit, hunting trip gone wrong, hunted down by a blaster wielding maniac, and there had been almost nothing to shoot while he had been on this planet. But that all changed when he saw a small passenger ship crash a few klicks out. He had quickly made his way to the crash site keeping a great distance once he had arrived, only viewing it down the scope of his rotated DC-15a Blaster Rifle. He watched as the sith the group of scientists and marines, and that odd merc searched and passed the wreckage.

Eventually Orbit began to follow the sith, [member="Xanatos"] , keeping his scope on the force powerful individual at all times. But as Xanatos impaled his lightsaber into the smuggler's thigh he tightened his grip on the rifle. He thought 'Well that was not very nice, was it?', Orbit started to zoom in the scope on the sith's head. Slowly he set his finger on the trigger, Orbit unsure whether he would pull it. Orbit decided he'd let Xanatos' actions decide that.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Lady Kay"]

Jaster men really did overreact, they shot into a defensive posistion and pointed their weapons at the young women. Jaster looked over and took off his helmet, "Now now, she seams harmless enough, lower your weapons men," they shuffled into position but lowered their weapons. "There we go," Jaster felt a shimmering across his skin, he sighed, "a force user, that could explain it."

Jaster was not one to speak shyly, he said that openly for the young lady to know. He was no force user, but years of working along side many and sometimes hunting few, he developed a sixth sence to feel when one was close. It was a mostly useless skill, only could tell when they were close and never pinpoint in a crowed. He bent over the river and pulled out a rag from his pouch, dipping it into the river and wiping his face, "You wouldn't have by any chance been through a crash by any chance?"

 

[Kay-Larr]

The Padawan held up her hands in a 'whoa' gesture, one containing her cup of tea and the other with a dried piece of meat, as the soldiers levelled their weapons on her. But as they lowered them, she too lowered her hands.

She took note of each of them, sizing them up and counting their numbers. As Jaster spoke of her being a Force user, she wondered what he was implying with that statement. Normally she kept such a thing hidden from pretty much everyone. Ignoring it though, the Padawan instead chose to answer his second question . "Unfortunately yes, I was in a crash. But I didn't crash it or cause it. I was just a paying passenger." The last thing that she needed was to be accused of murder.

She sipped her tea and tilted her head to the side slightly. "Where did you all come from and why are you all the way out here?"

 

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Lady Kay"]

Jaster leaned back from his crouched posistion and landed on his butt. He was now sitting down and looking into the other side of the river. He could be honest, he was here illegally stealing plant samples. Though she didn't seem like a Fringe Offical or police figure, he was wondering if it would be ok to be honest. He figured he outnumbered her and if she tried to arrest them then she'd have to be put down, hopefully she wouldn't.

Jaster sipped his mouth with the damp rag, "We are here on a science exspadition, searching for plant samples," Jaster looked over at the scientist, "Interesting relic of a craft that crashed, mind if I ask what your doin on this planet?" Jaster shifted his eyes at her without turning his head, it was an interesting question.

 

[Ignatius]

Holding the sniper rifle close in my shoulder. The bipod letting the barrel of the rifle rest just above a trunk from a tree that I was hanging in. The sights aimed down at a creature that I so clearly wanted to eat. I was hungry. After Alex and I had made an emergency stop on the planet, we found no civilization here. Just a broken ship that was about a half a click out. I smiled under my helm as the sniper rifle was aimed right for the throat. My left hand was was sitting right in front of the faceplate of my helmet. My right hand slowly squeezing the trigger as my scope made no movement. Only to hear a small wine become a roaring thunderclap that lasted forever.

Scaring away the game, I shook my head and looked for what caused it. Trying to find who or what scared off the game that I was so desperate to eat. I kept hearing the roaring getting louder and faster. I looked around bringing the rifle up and shoving off the makeshift gilli cloak that had been over me. Looking up and around, only to see and hear a ship falling down. Flames trailing the ship for a good number of meters behind it. My eyes widened. People were going to crash. Standing up completely, I grabbed the cloak, and the sniper rifle. Jumped from the tree branch. Rolling to soften the blow as my armor took most of it already. I came up to my feet, and began running. Headed straight for my own camp.

Once getting there, I geared up for goddamn war. Two revolvers, my battle rifle, a blaster scattergun, and a beskad, and trench knife. Grabbing the battle rifle, I had my right hand on the grip, my left arm holding it in the low and ready, and ran back towards the crash and where it may have gone. Seeing as from how high it was, it was a good five to seven clicks out. Radioing Alex, I spoke to her on an encrypted channel.

Stay at the camp. The roaring was a ship. Make sure that nobody sneaks around me and gets to our camp site. Stay there, but in the shadows."
"Done, Don't worry about it."

The fastest response from her considering that we had gone through situations like this before in our two years together. Rushing after the crash site, I kept moving. I needed to pace myself. Slowing down to a walk, I knew it would take me about 15 to 16 hours. I notified Alex of it, and she prepared for a long night in the trees with crackers and water.

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15 Hours Later

Walking towards where there was a giant "canyon" of where the ship had not just crashed, but skidded on the ground from the trajectory. I looked down and could see a collection of men. Activating the infrared in my helm, I looked to see multiple life signs. Raising my own rifle, I saw that they had raised it at, upon inspection of the size and shape of the signature, a female. I felt a slight twinge from her. So I knew she was force sensitive. Walking slowly forward in my rather bulky form, One man commanded them all to lower their weapons.

I smiled a little and lowered mine. After the woman asked the question why all these people were here, I decided to show up.

"Looks like there are more people here for crashes, or they came to save people considering how large their group is."

I walked out towards her. Hands raised to show I wasn't going to be using any kind of trickery against her. And showed the men before I was on the bad end of a dozen or so rifles and guns. I moved into the opening and turned around to see that I was armed, but not having anything in my hands. Lowering them, I smiled a little. Recognising one of them from a while back.

"Looking good Admiral. Good to see you again."

[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"], [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Farlon Orbit"], [member="Cody Jorin"], [member="Xanatos"],

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Reclaimer"] [member="Lady Kay"]

Jaster stayed their hands with a wave, the soldiers were starting to get restless with all these people showing up. They were right to do so, it have been some months since he meet up with the Madalorian. Jaster made it a habit to stay away from them as they just reminded him of the past he didn't like. Though Jaster remembered that this one never travels alone, the female companion was always nipping at his heels. Though Jaster couldn't hear a thing.

"Seems you still got those quiet feet," Jaster pulled out a peice of dried animal meat, "seems my old age is getting to me if I can't hear you stumbling through the forest." Jaster smiled as he nibbled at the meat.

Looking back at the girl Jaster continued, "She's crashed, I got a cruiser in orbit, just wanted to know why a Jedi was on a smuggling ship?"

 

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"] [member="Reclaimer"] [member="Farlon Orbit"] [member="Cody Jorin"] [member="Xanatos"]

The Padawan finished her tea. A science expedition made sense and would explain why some of the men looked...out of place. She put her tea cup back into her satchel, slowly. Even though most appeared to be friendly, the tension in the air could almost be cut like a knife and the last thing that she wanted was to have to defend herself from them.

At the mention of the ship being a relic, the Padawan had to laugh a little. "Relic? Hardly. But it flew..." And just as she was about to answer his question another had arrived. Great. There were more tin cans in this place than one can shake a stick at, and Mandalorian to boot. Her late husband had to end the lives of some of them that tried to collect bounties on their heads. But that was nearly a decade ago.

Her attention was brought right back to Jaster as he mentioned her being a Jedi. Was he going to announce it to the entire planet? And here she had figured that she was being careful, limiting her use of the Force and dressing like a merchant so that her being a Force user wasn't so obvious. Apparently such tactics weren't enough anymore. "Smuggling ship? It was just a transport. I bought passage and everything. I heard word about this planet so I decided to see if it was just as beautiful and temperate as they said. I didn't know that it gained the attention of so many others." Then the Padawan had a thought, a new question in mind. "You all aren't aren't really here for a mining expedition, are you? I would hate for this planet's natural beauty to be destroyed like so many other worlds." It was best to keep the questions on them as she was really unsure of their motives. After all, they were all heavily armed and she was not.

 

[Jorin]

No Mercy

As Jorin's hand clamped down around the mouth of the man, his victim tried in vain to scream out. Delicately Jorin drew one of his knives. He didn't like doing it while they were alive, but [member="Lady Kay"] would have picked up on the man's passing at this distance, so he had to wait. Slicing open the flesh of the citizen's stomach he opened up of space just big enough to nestle a small device into the man's abdomen. As his victim writhed beneath him in agony, the fallen hero of the Republic swiftly snapped his neck.

Then former Jedi, or [member="Reclaimer"] would've picked up on the man's passing, but not on Jorin. Being force dead made him invisible to their senses, their gifts would not help them find him. Turning the body over so it faced down, Cody stood for a moment and questioned if this was worth it, but he knew the answer. Slinking back into the brush, the dark-armored figure retreated away while the first phase of his attack. Even if the FUs failed to investigate he had other means of getting his job done.

There would be blood today, lots of blood.

[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]

 

[Ignatius]

Taking a small shake of my head as the comment came of me sneaking through the forest without him hearing, I shrugged one shoulder as I grabbed my rifle. Letting it sit in the Low and ready position. Should something happen, I wanted to be ready since everyone else seemed at ease. Sure, I may have been a little bit paranoid, Even more so to activate my infrared to scan the surrounding area to find a mass of a blob off in the distance. Not really paying attention to what the Jedi, or the admiral were saying after that.

I thought it may have been some animal, or otherwise something else as it wasn't moving like a human. I still marked it though and kept track. Moving myself back into the situation of the Jedi, I answered her with my own situation.

"I am not here for mining. I ran out of supplies and had to make an emergency stop to hunt for food. We ran out because my partner forgot to get our shipment."

Either way, I wasn't mad at Alex. Nor angry. People made mistakes all the time. Sometimes others had to pay for it. So next time we were buying a shipment of food, she was getting it taken out of her side of the paycheck. While it may have not been much, it would still teach her that if she loses gear or possessions, she has to pay for it. because no one else here will.

"Admiral, I believe that the woman here, excuse me for not knowing your name, was trying to hide as a smuggler and not.... who she really is. So if I were you, keep it down just a little. You never know who might be close."

I turned to the Jedi, and the only reason I knew was because, well, I had what she had. I wouldn't accept it, nor did I ever tell others. Man, this is probably the most that I have talked to anyone else in a while.

[member="Cody Jorin"], [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Jaster of clan Awaud"],

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Reclaimer"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Cody Jorin"]

Jaster looked up in curiosity, they must not sence the others presents. The man moving through the forest made a madness of noise. With Jaster helmet off he could hear the twigs snap as he moved quickly though the forest. He was near, even killed on of his men who was patrolling the area. Jaster carried a datapad with his groups hearts monitored and armor tracking. He knew where this man was, yet Jaster was not equipped for such a inhuman attacker. Though Jaster would like to capture him, and though he wasn't the pray they were looking for, he would suffice if found.

Though he would have to deal with his current companions, "Who will hear us, you," he pointed to Reclaimer, "my men, the trees, or is there another ear I'm missing?"

Jaster looked back into the river, "No, as for the smuggler, he's dead, found his body, the ship was a transport, but a small craft with seats in the cargo bay, smells like a smuggler ship to me, and as for safety, if they want to find you, they could." Jaster heard another snap of twigs in the forest. The person was quick, but no one can be quite in a forest where trees drop dead leafs and branches, that was virtually impossible.