East Sewers

[Jenina Fenwyn]

Jenina nodded, and kept watch for more rakghoul.
Lisa snarled as a rakghoul grabbed her from behind. "Fighting dirty isn't fair..." she lectured, and swung her knives down and behind her, into the attacking rakghoul.

[Robbie]

The whole group fought there way through the rakghoul infested tunnel till they were nearing the end of the sewers. But, as they neared the end, more trouble met them. Rakghouls and gamoreans fought down the whole length, like two rival gangs vying for supremacy.

Jarx punch one of the gamoreans in the face and Fidella rammed his light saber through the chest of a rakghoul. The two went back to back, "I hope you have a plan mandalorian! And a better one then the last one!"

Jarx gave a shout back, "If you want to know the truth, I usually make it up as I go along. The missions you jedi usually give me never turn out how they suppose to turn out, so it usually means I can't make a plan ahead of time!"

Fidella shouted back, "Don't blame the jedi for something that is your own fault mandalorian!"

Jarx punched a rakghoul in the face, "Now, now jedi, temper temper. Isn't there something about anger leading to the dark side?"

Fidella slashed one of the other gamoreans, "I really do not have to debate the jedi code with you barbarian!"

The others kept fighting, ignoring the bickering two. When it seamed hopeless that they would make it out of there alive, two men, a wookie, and a blue twi'lek, jumped into the fray, firing blaster bolts into the fight.

After all was said and done, the rakghouls had retreated and the gamoreans had run away deeper into the sewers. Jarx turned to the newcomers, "I see mission you found your wookie. Sorry we could not have been of any help."

Mission gave a slight nod, "Don't worry about it. My new friends here helped me, now i have to lead them into the vulker base."

Fidella looked at one of the men, he instantly recognized him, as did most of the group, "Carth Onasi? So you survived. I had a feeling you would survive."

The man Fidella talked to nodded, "I don't know who you are jedi, or why your hear, but it is very pressing we continue our mission."

"Which is?" Fidella asked.

"Rescuing Bastilla of course."

Jarx looked at the other man, he looked vaguely familiar, "And you are?"

Carth positioned himself between Jarx and the unknown human male, "It doesn't really matter right now, we have to go."

"Of course." Jarx nodded to them as they left. Zalabar, the wookie, nodded to Ketreelaw.

Jarx looked at the rest of the group, "Who else is ready to get out of here?"

[Sarahi Leor Qui]

Sarahi watched Jarx and Fidella fight...and yell at each other. Great leadership examples gentlemen. She thought. Sarahi turned back around, only to be tackled by a Gamorrean. "For galaxy's sake! I think our leader's bad luck has rubbed off on me!" Sarahi thrust her lightsaber into the Gamorrean's chest and shoved it aside.

Cla'Tal rushed up to her an offered her a hand. Sarahi refused it and stood up. "Are you okay? I---" she cut him off before he could start a rant.

"Usenye!" Sarahi snapped.

"I don't speak your language!" Cla'Tal frowned. "Speak Standard for the rest of us who don't understand your Mandalorian nonsense!"

"Okay then," Sarahi felt her prosthetic eye grow hot. "It means 'go away'! Stay out of my way, or what ever will get it into your thick head!"

"I always thought I had a rather small head..." Cla'Tal joked.

Sarahi sliced down on a rakghoul's head. "You are such a youngling! Grow up! Your head is always in a cloud!"

"It's better than reality, that's for sure!" Cla'Tal turned and punched a Gamorrean in the face before ending its life with his blade.

"Well reality is the real world Cla'Tal, put yourself in it for a few moments and look around you! We are in a sewer, surrounded by gamorreans and rakghouls, and stuck on a mission that whole knows where it will land us next! Check into reality, now!"

"Did it ever occur to you, that maybe my head is in this 'cloud' because it's better there." he replied back. "Reality hurts, you taught me that all to well."

"What that I lost half my face, my arm and everyone that I ever cared about?!" Sarahi gripped her ligthsaber tighter.

"No, that reality can steal your heart, slice it in half and give it back." Cla'Tal said bitterly.

"News flash!" Sarahi gritted her teeth. "You are the one who left me after my padawan was killed! You left me behind to go on some grand bounty hunter adventure while I sat at the Temple for two years in sarrow! You think I broke your heart, but did you ever stop to consider what you did to mine? Well, did you?"

Just before Cla'Tal could answer, Jarx turned and looked at the group. "Who else is ready to get out of here?"

"I am." Cla'Tal said without looking at Sarahi. "As ready as anyone can be."

[Ketreelawa Ochor]

Ketreelawa wasn't sure how to react to the wookiee. . .Zalabar. After all, the last time that Ketreelawa had seen a wookiee. . .
Ketreelawa closed her eyes, not wanting to face the pain that in a few seconds, she would feel. In her imagination, Ketreelawa visualized the blade, that spun towards her, stopping in mid-air. Automatically, Ketreelawa’s paw reached out, and her thoughts veered into focus. Every thought in her mind was on the blade; it was then she felt it—the force. The force reached forward at Ketreelawa’s asking, and stopped the blade. The Ryyk blade clattered as it fell to the Dura-Steel floor. Ketreelawa’s light blue eyes opened quickly at the sound and her jaw dropped slightly, it had worked. She had heard of the jedi, how they used the force to make good in the world—though her mother had told her the jedi were evil, Ketreelawa had never believed her.
Ketreelawa heard the soldier, who's life she had just saved, sigh with relief.
“Why!?” Ketreelawa’s mother screamed at Ketreelawa. “Why did you stop this man’s life from ending? He is our enemy!”
“He’s my friend.” Ketreelawa said in a sad voice.
“No.” Ketreelawa’s mother interrupted.
“Mother,” Ketreelawa said grinning, “I think I’m a jedi. I used the force!”
“No, Ketreelawa. You have force sensitivity but you will never become one of those blasted jedi!” Ketreelawa’s mother yelled. “Now, get out of my way so I may kill this useless being.”
“No.” Ketreelawa answered simply.
“No? Ketreelawa, that was not a question, it was a demand.”
“No.” Ketreelawa said staying her ground, “I don’t want my friend to die.”
Ketreelawa’s mother howled in frustration, before storming forward, slapping Ketreelawa out of her way, and glaring at the soldier as she pulled out her last Ryyk blade. Ketreelawa cried out in pain as blood reddened her silver fur in lines from her mother’s claws.

The last time Ketreelawa had met a wookiee, it had been her mother, and her mother had slapped her so hard she had bled.
My kind. . . Ketreelawa couldn't help but wonder, Are they all as cruel as her?
Ketreelawa decided to stop thinking about the matter and clipped her ryyk blade back into place.

[Brendak Shiel]

Brendak gritted his teeth. All they had done was wander through tunnels and kill deformed beings. Jarx and Fidella bickered with each other and Sarahi and that tag along Cla'Tal were at it once again. The Sarahi jedi might have been talented but she also had a temper worthy of the planet Mustafar. They were getting absolutely nowhere, and he wasn't about to sit back and let it happen.

Seething, he glared after Cla'Tal and then walked over to Sarahi.

"Could you and that over-grown space-slug possibly not tear out each other's throats every moment that your alone?" He snapped. "For the sake of us all, please, drop the passions of the past and focus an the mission at hand."

He turned away, his thoughts muttering, that's what you get when you deal with someone who is a half-blood in every aspect of the meaning.

[Sarahi Leor Qui]

Passions of the past? Sarahi blinked and let his words sit for a moment more. Wait a minute. "Hey, wait just a moment, I---" She froze as the Force fluctuated around her, and then Sarahi picked up on Brendak's next thought.

That's what you get when you deal with someone who is a half-blood in every aspect of the meaning.

He... Sarahi closed her eye and tried to calm herself down. What Brendak had thought was a direct insult to her and her parents. A half-blood, and Brendak had thought of her that way in more ways then one. "How dare you..."she quivered with anger. "How dare you think that of me!" Sarahi fought the urge to pull out her lightsaber and slice Brendak in two. "Half-blood...real nice thoughts for someone who's a sith spawned jedi!"

[Brendak Shiel]

Brendak froze in his steps. His eyes blazed and his hands curled into tight fists. His throat tightened until air could not pass through it.

He stiffly changed direction and looked back to Sarahi.

He must have been hit with the same remark a thousand times. Sith-spawn. It brought everything, every sorrow, every reason for hate, every moment of uncertainty, every lofty glance running back to his mind. There was no escape from his past that served as his shadow. No relief from the scores of wounds that plunged themselves anew into his soul daily. There was no end of beings that looked little farther than the black ash, refusing to notice the whole world that lay beyond it. It made his heart burn.

"I speak truth, master Qui, and do not hide behind petty emotional barriers," He said, the ice in his voice thickening. "And for the information of one who does not, or perhaps cannot, understand this concept," He hissed, the sound of his voice becoming oily and poisonous. "One does not choose the life that he is born into, nor he control the decisions of the family that he is born into."
"What he does decide, is what to make of the scarred, and broken mess laid before him that was supposed to be a life. That, " Brendak growled softly. "Is what jedi such as your self seem most eager and willing to forget." He spun on his heels and stalked away.

[Sarahi Leor Qui]

"Hypocrite!" Sarahi snapped. "You say that one doesn't choose the life that he or she is born into, nor can they control their parents' decisions. Yet, you patronize me and call me a half-blood. I did not choose my parents or my heritage."

Sarahi stoppde and ran in front of him, blocking his path. "If you only knew half of what I've gone through, then you might begin to understand who and what I am. In the eyes of many I am a regular jedi, but in the rare few that look harder, they see much more to me." She frowned and clenched her jaw. "I would choose your words and thoughts more wisely in the future rather than toss them carelessly in the air like a di'kut padawan."

Sarahi finished and then shoved passed him and added quietly. "Emotional barriers, mine is sorrow...yours is revenge. But how long will it take, until you lose control?"

[Saint Dane]

Shaa listened to all the arguing in dismay. She felt ashamed that such honorable Jedi were now making a fool of themselves.
When Sarahi muttered , "Emotional barriers, mine is sorrow...yours is revenge. But how long will it take, until you lose control."
She had had enough. A sharp, unlike her own voice pierced through the sky, showing her anger. "When will you find happiness in such speechless? What will you gain from the hate and emotion that you keep locked away inside you? When will you realize there is no point to corral with each other, to tear each other down?" Shaa stepped back, stunned at what had just flowed from her mouth. She threw her hood over her face, and stated, "Forgive me, I am not the one to convict you of such things."

[Jenina Fenwyn]

Jenina stared in confusion and bewilderment, overwhelmed by the extreme emotions fluctuating around her. She clamped her hands to her ears, wishing that it would at least muffle them. But she was once again pulled into flashes of memory, the fires, the intense despair, fear, people yelling, fighting, blaming...the anger searing through the words...
"Please, stop! All of you!!! Just be silent!!!!!!!" The words, a cry of desperation to both the present and the past, burst from her in an explosion, accompanied by a Force-blast that separated everyone.

[Robbie]

(I love it! The passion! The words! Excellent! Sorry, had to get that off my chest. )

Jarx turned, Half blood? I heard her say something mandalorian earlier, but just thought it as my imagination, this is interesting. I doubt many jedi know about that. Esspecially this mandalorian hater, Fidella.

Jarx looked at the jedi master by him, he could see the look. Fidella had heard Sarahi earlier, but did not seem to hold the same animosity that he held towards Jarx. Perhaps because he thought it was not Sarahi's fault, that she was half mandalorian. And he may also have thought that Jarx was a cold blooded murderer just because he fought the Republic and its citizens before turning on his fellow brethren. Who knew.

At any rate, this bickering needs to stop, now. He went over to Brendak and grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up a few inches off the ground. He also grabbed Cla' tal by the coller, but didn't even bother exerting strength to lift him off the ground, "Okay lover boys," he whispered angerlly, "Let me get this straight, and hopefully it will finally penetrate into those thick skulls of yours. You are angering the lady and you are angering me. So you both have had problems, so cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it!" The harshness of Jarx's voice was modified by his helmet.

He let go of the two male jedi, and walked out of the sewers.

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Fidella watched the mandalorian. No one knew why he despised Mandalorians, more then a jedi should. Why he hated this Jarx fellow. No one knew of the pain he felt, why he felt, or why he had to feel it.

He watched Jarx as he grabbed the jedi, and instinctively reached for his light saber, but decided not to, as he saw the Mandalorian relax his grip. He then followed the Mandalorian quitely out of the sewer.

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Several days earlier....

The dark figure bent over the dead outcast. He looked at the data pad, and memorized the contents. He then carefully placed it back in the dead outcast's hands.

A sith trooper came behind, "Sir, we have narrowed down the search to those coordinates you gave us. But it is still to much of an area to cover."

The figure spoke, his voice low and menacing, "Put these coordinates in the search."

The sith opened his own data pad and the figure rattled off the numbers, "Sir, I believe we have narrowed it enough."

The figure stood to his full height, "Prepare my vehicle commander, the place I seek cannot be more then a four day journey."

The sith soldier took a bow, "Yes, my Lord."

The Dark figure turned. His height made any normal size male look like a dwarf. He then walked out of the sewers himself.