Star Wars - Tales from the Outer Rim

"A Kiffar Life Debt, Part 2"
by Kelldon Jusk
Frigg Maligma (NPC)
Lohmoh'tak
Docko'lar

Location: New Plouton, Yallder District
Date: Vadris 11, 4ABY

***

Frigg Maligma sat at his post which was actually a booth that sat closest to the door. He was a beefy man with a military haircut whose neck was so muscular it seemed as though his head met at a point. It was Frigg's job as chief of security at the "Dark Side of Ryloth", which was a small bar and club in the Yallder district. He worked for Lohmoh'Tak, a sadistic worm-head with a short temper and an odd obsession with rare and exotic deadly animals. Frigg kept his nose clean and kept an ever better eye on who entered the bar as to stay on the twi'lek's good side. It wasn't bad work, and hell, it beat putting roofs on houses with his dad back on Tatooine. "Plus the scenery ain't too bad either," he thought to himself as his eyes followed a scantily clad female dancer making her way to the bar.

Two beings entered the club and with them a burst of cold air that sent ice particles swirling into the room. One was a green skinned twi'lek male dressed in a blue dress jacket with black pants and tunic. The other one was a male, but Frigg couldn't place the species. The being was of average human height but had black glossy skin, dark red eyes, and a tangled mass of black hair that was tied behind his head in a loose pony tail. Frigg glanced at the time counter and saw that it was two hours after mid-night. This was a common time of night for spacers, smugglers, and criminals to come around for drinks and some entertainment with time to spare before the sun came up. They must be here for the show. As the two started to walk the bouncer threw out an arm and stopped the twi'lek before he could enter and motioned toward the black skinned being. "This is a respectable establishment; keep your... friend... in line."

"E chu ta!" the gnarly haired alien spat, slapped a twenty credit marker on the table, and gave Frigg a smile that revealed a pair of sharp canine teeth. As the two turned and walked toward the stage seats Frigg smirked and tucked the credit chit into his breast pocket.

***

Kelldon found a small table toward the right side of the stage, furthest away from the bouncer as he could get without looking obvious. He was trying to keep from sweating too much but the make-up he was wearing was uncomfortable and felt like it was smothering his pores. The small club looked alot larger from the outside and it was stuffy as well. Kelldon hoped he wouldn't have to be here too long so that his sweat wouldn't make the make-up run. The disguise had been more effective than he thought though.

Before they left, Kelldon stopped into a little shop on the shipyards called "Diva's Drama Depot". The store had all manners of masks, costumes, props, and make-up for drama productions and costume parties. He thought he should keep his face off of any surveillance cameras they might have at the club in New Plouton so he purchased a pad of glossy black make-up, some prop "rakghoul teeth", and a pair of red full-eye contacts. He also tied his hair back to keep it out of the make-up on his face. Docko'lar dressed casually and didn't bother to hide his identity because he didn't feel he would endanger himself by going without a disguise.

Kelldon noticed Docko glancing about anxiously on the stage. A group of rowdy aliens and humans were gathering around the stage hooting and cat calling to the women dancers. "I don't see Filo. She must be in the back. Blast!" Docko pounded the table with his fist at the disappointment. He was hoping to go into the club, pull his sister off the stage or from behind the bar, and blast off the planet before anyone knew what happened. Kelldon understood his disappointment but motioned for him to keep his cool.

A motor sound started from the stage and the crowd began to cheer wildly. Kelldon looked confused as the lights on the stage went out and was replaced by flashing colored lights and some dramatic music. He saw a platform rise from the center of the stage with a figure on a chair and a smaller figure sitting in front of it on the platform. As the lights flashed back on the crowd roared again as Kelldon saw a pale blue skinned twi'lek male dressed in a decorative robe and seated in a chair. In front of him was a young green skinned twi'lek female in a matching golden top and bottom. She was chained by the neck to the male twi'lek's chair.

"Filo!" Docko shouted and shot up out of his seat. His shout was drowned out by the noise of the crowd. Kelldon stopped him and sat him back down.

"Hold on. Not yet." Kelldon turned to a weequay that was seated next to him who was grinning at the display. "What's going on?" he rasped in huttese.

"The owner of this place is adding another yum-yum to his harem. He is going to brand her between the shoulder blades to mark her as his," he replied enthusiastically.

"Like hell he will!" Docko burst and went to stand. Kelldon had to yank him back into his seat.

"Not yet! If you charge up there now we'll get blasted for sure. You're no good to her dead. I have a plan." Kelldon reasoned.

Docko was barely able to bite back his anger and swallowed back the tears of rage that built in his eyes.

Up on stage the blue twi'lek, Mohloh presumably, stood and shouted, "Friends! I bring you here tonight to witness another addition to our little 'family'..." The word family was added sarcastically and ushered up some chuckles from the crowd. "Tonight I have here my newest little jewel. A true princess of Ryloth, in the sense that all of the women of my culture are royalty." The young twi'lek girl glanced around nervously and hugged herself as the members of the crowd grabbed at her but were just out of reach of the platform. Mohloh removed a metal brand from a box to the right of his seat and revealed the red glowing end to the crowd. "With this marker our gods send their blessing upon you." With that Mohloh pushed Filo's head down as she began to cry and positioned the brand in the air between her shoulder blades.

"NOOOOO!" Docko'lar exploded before Kelldon had a chance to put his plan into motion. He had planned to distract the presentation with a little act of his own before Docko jumped up. The table toppled and Docko drew a blaster he had hidden in his jacket. He began to fire at the blue twi'lek on stage and managed to break through the crowd and hop up. Security grabbed him right before he could get to Mohloh and began to pull him off stage but he managed to throw his blaster pistol at his target in a last ditch effort of desperation. The butt of the blaster struck Mohloh's hand that was holding the brand and a corner of the still red glowing piece of metal singed into the twi'lek's right cheek. Mohloh howled in pain.

The three security brutes dragged Docko to the center of the bar and began to throttle the thrashing twi'lek with metal clubs. Kelldon cursed and pulled out his own blaster and opened fire on the three bouncers. He took one of the men out with a blaster bolt to the back of the head and ran to kick the second guard, a blonde haired middle aged man, in the kidney.

Mohloh could be heard from on stage saying that to night's ceremony would take place tomorrow night and began to sink beneath the stage. Kelldon was shocked when a strong hand grabbed him by the hair and attempted to slam him to the ground. He planted his right foot to keep from falling and pivoted, throwing his left elbow into his attacker's face. With a hearty crunch the bouncer who greeted him at the door slumped to his knees and clutched at his collapsed nose that began to ooze with blood. Kelldon followed up with a swift kick to the man's torso and sent him reeling in pain to the ground. The disguised kiffar went back to help his friend as more guards filtered in through the doors in the back of the club.

Kelldon pulled his dirk from his boot and was about to stick the blade into one of the guards flank when he received an unexpected blow to the back of the head. Kelldon fell to his knees and kept falling until he hit the ground, which felt to him like sponge and seemed to absorb him until he could see almost nothing but blackness. He heard the bouncers nasally voice through his broken nose order the guards to subdue the other one and bring them to the back. Before he passed out, Kelldon felt a muted pain as a boot connected with his side and some metal binders on his wrists behind his back.

***

Frigg gritted his teeth and grunted in pain as the medic droid applied a bacta-gel patch over his broken nose. The two assassins were taken to the boss' chambers and restrained. The bouncer didn't envy the fate of those two but figured it served the bastards right for ruining a perfectly night and breaking his nose.

"Meeting Gelko"
by Reeve

Location: Thanatos, Cantina
Date: Vadris 11, 4 ABY

***

Reeve strode into the cantina, his expression grim.

It was two days after the business with Hoff, and since then Reeve had decided it was best to just lay low. He'd kept up with the news reports on the holo-net... Hoff's ship, the FOE-HAMMER hung in orbit for nearly a day until the Tae'Karadan government investigated. When the ship did not respond to any attempts at communication, a team was sent inside to investigate.

The official report was that there was some sort of mutiny. The entire crew was dead, there was no sign of the ship's owner, and two escape-pods had been jettisoned. Officially, the case was marked down as "closed".

Unofficially, though... Reeve knew it would be better to keep his head down. He'd done quite a lot of killing since he'd arrived in Thanatos, only days ago, and the last thing he needed right now was to show up on the Republic's (or the Imperial Remnant's) radars.

So, for two days, Reeve laid low.

And now... he was bored. Bored and angry.

The man he'd spoken with, five days ago, had said that the crimelord's representative would meet with him today. If the man was wrong, he would die. Painfully. The mood Reeve was in demanded no less.

Fortunately, however, it did not come to that. For, as Reeve sat at a small booth near the back of the cantina, he noticed a Rodian staring back at him. Reeve thought for a moment that it could be another bounty hunter, but then the alien began moving towards him. Reeve's hand instinctively went to the handle of his sword, but beyond that he did not move. Instead, he merely smiled as the Rodian approached.

"Something I can do for you?" he asked.

"You are the one named Reeve?" the creature asked in its own language.

"Indeed," Reeve nodded. "And you are?"

"Gelko," the Rodian replied. "May I sit?"

"I suppose," Reeve said.

The Rodian sat down across from Reeve. Reeve kept his hand on the handle of his blade, but the rest of his manner was polite.

"You are the one looking for work," the Rodian said. Reeve noted that it was not a question, but rather a statement.

"I am," Reeve nodded.

"Tell me," the Rodian said. "There's rumors among the local underworld... there was some sort of bounty on your head, yes?"

"I seem to remember something like that," Reeve smiled.

"And Gherig Hoff was the man who posted it, yes?" Gelko asked.

"Yes, that's correct."

"Quite convenient for you, that his entire crew should suddenly be slaughtered and Hoff himself should suddenly... disappear."

"Quite convenient indeed," Reeve chuckled.

"Answer me honestly," Gelko said, lowering his voice and leaning in closer. "Did you kill Gherig Hoff?"

Reeve seemed to consider the question for a moment. Then...

"Well, let's just leave that between me and him."

Gelko did not seem satisfied, but leaned back in his seat.

"Alright," he nodded. "My employer might want to meet you."

"And who is your employer?" Reeve asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh... I can't really say," Gelko said. "Not yet. But I can arrange a meeting... I think he'd be interested in hiring someone like you."

"When?" Reeve asked.

"It depends," Gelko shrugged. "My employer is a busy man. But I'll tell him about you, and if he's interested in a meeting, he'll make the time."

"Very well," Reeve said.

"One suggestion," Gelko said. "You should get out of Thanatos."

"Why is that?" Reeve asked.

"Local authorities are starting to ask questions," Gelko said. "My guess is you're behind most of what they're investigating... you probably want to be somewhere else."

"I'll keep that in mind," Reeve said. "I assume that you'll be in touch?"

"Don't worry," Gelko nodded. "Feel free to leave and go wherever... my employer will find you when he needs to."

"I'm sure he will," Reeve smirked. Gelko nodded, then stood up and walked away, not casting a single glance back at Reeve.

Reeve did not loosen his grip on the sword-handle until the Rodian had left the cantina.

"Settling In"
Cassin Sato - Sniper/Infiltrator/Pilot

Location: New Plouton, His Apartment, and Streets of New Plouton
Date: Vadris 11, 4 ABY

***

Thunk

"Here you are, sir," the man said, setting his last case on the ground, "I'll just leave you to your things then, and welcome to Chimaeria."

"Thanks."

The man walked off in a scuffle, moving on to his next job. Cassin looked around the large apartment he had just bought with a satisfied look. He supposed it would do, and knew it to be much better accommodations than those he had on Ryloth. He loved that planet very much, and had considered it his home for a very long time, but he knew it was time to move on, start a life of his own, a life he wanted. He missed Roi'dira already.

He decided on something backwater; a planet on the Outer Rim, where he knew excitement always lived, and peace from the war between the remains of the Empire, and the Rebellion continued.

"Well, Sniper, let's get this place correctly accommodated, shall we?"

Sniper responded with cheerful blips. Sniper was his companion, his droid, his only love, at least so far. As soon as Cassin saw him he knew he would own him, and now he was rolling past him to a crate, pulling out his tools to begin opening it. Over the years Sniper, an R2 astromech, was modified time and again, each to both help him and the droid. Cassin smiled at the little guy, and moved to a separate crate and began to open it.

Cassin and his droid spent much of the afternoon unpacking everything out of the crates, and looking for places to put them, all the while managing to get a few hurt fingers and toes. Sniper can be forceful at times, and shows your toes his love and affection when it doesn't work.

At the end of the day, Cassin sat on his couch, and looked at the last case on the ground. Those cases contained items that Cassin was very highly trained in, and had spent much of his adult life using. He proceeded to check them all, making sure everything was fine.

The first he opened was his sniping blaster rifle. He checked all the fittings, making sure the travel from Ryloth didn't hurt any of its parts, then proceeded to clean the rifle before placing it back inside. He then moved onto the second and third crates, smiling as he opened them. These contained all the necessary equipment for assassination and infiltration. Computer slicing devices, stealth suit, detonation devices, throw knives, small vibroblades, and other assorted things. Toward the back of one was his staff, his personal favorite weapon. He grabbed the staff and opened with a quick swish. He spun it around once, and began to practice with it.

Beep-do-eet

Cassin stopped and turned quickly to the door. He closed his staff, and grabbed one of his two blaster pistols from inside the crate that was open. He walked to the side of the door, and preceded to open it, blaster pistol aimed at the ready.

A man on the other side jumped back startled. "It's me, th-the owner."

Cassin lowered the blaster, and let out his breath, "Anything wrong?"

"No, nothing, just making sure you were alright, unpacking going fine?"

"Yes, thank you."

"Alright, I'll just leave you to it, then."

Cassin closed the door, and moved to his crates once more. He placed his blaster pistol away, and grabbed a smaller pistol, a pullout blaster, and placed it on himself for security. He placed his staff on his side, and began moving toward the door.

"Sniper, I'm going to go look around this city a little bit. I should be back in a few hours tops, surprise me and finish putting everything away will you?"

Sniper bleeped affirmatively and Cassin stepped outside.

Alright, let's see what this place has to offer, maybe I'll try a cantina, see if I can make a friend. I just hope they serve non-alcoholic at wherever I find one, he thought to himself, and moved out toward the expanse of city lights.

"Digging Out, Old Family Connections"
By Skillgannon
Kaya V. Yasuyo - NPC
Dorian Falkyon - NPC

Location: Somewhere Near Terlin System, Outer Rim
Date: Vadris 11, 4 ABY

***

Skillgannon approached the windows of the bridge of his MKL-120 The Sith Spawn. He saw in the distance the tiny planet of Trelonin, the one where tomorrow the attack was taking place.

He looked one more time as he heard two people approaching from behind. His species' skills was very useful for him. "Kaya, Dorian, I finally showed up!"

"We came as fast as we could," Kaya spoke, approaching her leader.

"I do have a request for both of you." He turned to face his two most trusted soldiers. "Especially you, Kaya." He paused, looking seriously into her eyes.

Kaya stood there, waiting for what was exactly the request. She knew when Skillgannon spoke a request was more like an order than anything else.

"Kaya I'm putting you in charge of the 101. It is your responsibility to hold that castle until backup shows up." He paused and looked towards Dorian. "You will take the 61 and you be the backup that Kaya is going to be waiting for."

"Yes, sir," the two soldier's said and prepare to leave.

"One more thing, Kaya." Skillgannon looked towards the entrance. "You know that is against my rules any contact with family, but you and Dorian are exceptions, but make sure that you don't reveal nothing about our plans." He threw the datapad behind him. Kaya with swiftness caught it in mid air. Skillgannon moved towards a tiny edge that lead nearer the window. He walked in it like it was the most normal thing. He turned towards and stopped, looking now more closely to the planet that was possible.

"I know if I told anything would be very unprofessional of me," Kaya said, walking away.

Kaya walked through the corridors, keeping the datapad in her hands as she reached her private room. She took out her jacket and placed it over her bed. She placed the datapad in the slot and activated it.

A face that she well knew appeared on the screen. It was her beloved sister.

"Hello, Kaya," her sister spoke. "I hope you're alright and everything. You know that father never spoke with you ever since you joined, but things on our planet have been a nightmare. Me and father had been ok, surviving this time of terror and despair." Her sister paused. "To tell you the truth, father kind of misses you. He is a strong man that fights to live, but I noticed that sometimes looking at your picture that we took, on our last vacation. He tells that you are no longer his daughter, but still deep inside him loves you as daughter. Still I fell that being away from you has been hard on him... I know, I know. You know how I am. Being diplomatic to keep this family together, but I have to ask if there is any chance that you can show up here. It would mean so much to me and father, would cheer up our old father. Anyway you know where to contact us. Hope to hear from you soon." The message ended at that point.

Kaya inclined over the small keyboard and started to press the keys and saw the data that was recorded. She saw that the datapad was about a month old. At first it was strange what took so long to reach the message here, but then again ever since the death of the Emperor Skillgannon had strict security, just for mere precaution, but now it was time to think about the battle that was going to happen and only after he was taking time to respond to her sister's message, because the love that she had for her father was far greater than any other force in the Galaxy.

"Ship's Broken Down"
by Quistis Knox
Hangar Officer - NPC
Hangar Repair Man - NPC

Location: New Plouton
Date: Vadris 11, 4 ABY

***

Quistis exited from the transport liner that went from Gallor to Tae'Karada. She got out seeing that she was at the hangar of New Plouton. Well definitely kills my time, she thought, the business that she had to do in Tae'Karada could wait.

She walked towards the place she left her ship and once she got there, she saw the marvels of her ship that she didn't see for quite few days.

As she was about to insert the security code to lower the ramp of her ship, someone called for her. "You, there? Is this your ship?"

Quistis turned, keeping the sword covered with a long black sheet. "Yes it is and you are."

"Finally you decided to show up! You owe us 150 credits for overdue staying plus 200 for the extra security and plus 1000 for you god forsaken ship, fill this hangar floor full of oil."

"Oil?" Quistis said as she dropped her bag and moved under the ship. "Fuck." Seeing the marking where the oil leaked. "Ok..." she said, allowing an ironic smile. "How much would it cost if you called one of your repair man?"

"500 credits," the officer said.

"Well that goes in 1850 credits. Ok I will pay it."

"Good," the high officer said, leaving to call the repair man.

During the time Quistis waited for the repair man, she opened her ship and took some tools to see where the leak was coming from. She opened it and started to seek, but minutes later after beginning her search the repair man showed.

"Hey, you have a problem with your ship?"

Quistis looked under the ship and smiled. "Yes, I am. Can you fix it?"

"First I must have a look, then I will see if I can repair it or not," the repair man said. He set his tool box on the floor and walked towards Quistis. He picked up his flashlight and pointed towards the confusion of circuitry and tried to figure out where the leak came from.

After a long extensive tour, he finally spoke. "Found it!"

"Great," Quistis said, approaching the man, with a smile. "Can you repair it?"

"Yes, but I have to replace your left entire engine. Which will cost you twenty thousand," the repairman said, cleaning his hands.

"What? You must be kidding! The engine was in perfect condition."

"Yeah it was but the engine is a piece of junk, is it the original one?" The repair man approached his tool box, Quistis following him.

"No, I had to replace it on Corellia, it cost me ten thousand," Quistis said with an incredulous face.

"Well there is the problem, you got ripped off, lady. An engine for this old ship cost at least fifteen thousand. Do you have the money to pay?"

"21850 credits? Not here I do not, but I can get it."

"Good go get the money and only then will I replace the engine." The man picked up and started to walk towards the exit.

"How long will take to put it there?" Quistis asked with heavy thought.

"A day or so. Just tell me when you got the money, ok!"

Quistis cursed herself for this to happen right now, but it was better to happen now than on hyperspace. She could die if she flew it now. She now had to ask Akesha's help and probably that she would be lucky to have an engine of that model here on Tae'Karada, which she doubted.

She picked up her bag, closed her ship and walked towards Akesha's mansion, but she had a lot to walk, because she had no money - none whatsoever at least to pay the ride. She hadn't the money to pay the officer Hangar the overdue of her ship.

"Box Secret Revealed"
by Taran Kinneas
and Aurra Sgall

Location: Waterfalls near the Jedi Temple
Date: Vadris 11, 4 ABY

***

Taran was seated on a rock on the other side of the lake that was formed by the waterfalls. He looked at it and moved his eyes to the tiny box. The box was closed, but Taran figured out how to open it, but he didn't yet have the courage to do so.

With the palm of his right hand turned upwards he used the Force to maintain the box flying, and there he stayed for almost an hour. He didn't see time pass by because, once again he felt helpless in a difficult situation.

Aurra saw Taran and walked up to him, sitting beside him. Everyone seemed on a down slope after the attack on the Temple and the failure at the Palace. She sat herself beside him and gave a friendly pat on his back followed by a smile. "Hey, Taran... What have you got in there?"

Taran turned to Aurra and smiled. "Hey, Aurra. Inside the box?" Taran said as the box continued to fly over the palm of his hand. "To tell you the truth, I don't know."

"So, you're keeping it for someone else?" she asked.

Taran looked at her. "To whom?" he asked calmly. "My entire family died... I know that this is for me to open."

"Ohh..." Aurra nodded. "I hadn't realised that this belonged to your family. But at least you have a new family with us at the Temple," she said with a smile, trying to cheer Taran. "Anyway, when are you planning on seeing what's inside?"

"Well..." Taran started to explain what he was feeling. "I don't know if I have the courage to. My father found this in one of the excavation sites to build a lava river. It had been his luck charm and he passed it down to me. The strange thing is that I feel I have some connection to it. It helps me when in bad situations, and I can feel that it helped me survive last night."

"Then I believe that this good luck charm works," the girl smiled. She then placed her hand on his shoulder and nodded. "But part of the path to becoming a Jedi is overcoming fears. And you must find it in you to sum up the courage and finally see what your father has left you. After all, I'm sure that he wanted you to have what is inside the box, and not just the box itself..."

"You're right..." Taran looked at the box and moved his other hand, placing it right above it. He used the Force to unlock the box. The box landed on his right hand and he opened the box with his left one. A glow of white shined through the small entrance, and when he looked inside his eyes went wide open.

Aurra glanced at the contents of the box and could see what Taran was looking at. She could tell that he was admiring what he saw, and wondered if he knew what it was... The twi'lek girl smiled. "That is what we call an Adegan Crystal. They're also more commonly known as Force crystals, and the Jedi use them to create their lightsabers..." she told Taran.

Taran glanced at the Adegan Crystal with its silver color. "How did my father come up with this... I mean I know he found it, but why did he keep the crystal if he didn't value this kind of stuff?"

"Perhaps he simply thought that it was a nice crystal and different from the other things he had seen in his lifetime..." Aurra stated, making a mere assumption as she looked at it herself. "They are rare. And this is an even more rare colour..." she added.

"Probably. We never will know the reason why my father kept the crystal." Taran closed the box and got up. "Come, Master Kal'Aran is probably waiting for us, for our training."

Aurra took Taran's hand and got up. "Yes, he probably is," she nodded. As they began to walk back she could not help to wonder. "Taran, did you have anyone in your family who was strong in the Force?" she decided to ask, even though the question seemed weird. After all, should he have had, there were only two possible outcomes: either the person would not have known so, or otherwise he or she would have instructed Taran.

"Not that I do know of, no." Taran looked at Aurra's face it seemed that he could almost read her mind. "It makes one wonder, doesn't it?" He looked back to the box.

"Yes, it does..." she nodded. "But either way, you now have what you would require to build your lightsaber. When the time for that comes, I guess you can use that crystal..." she stated. "Maybe Master Kal'Aran will be able to tell us more."

"Yeah..." Taran said with a smile while walking with Aurra back to the temple.

"Hutt Slime"
By Amii'a Val'or, Diplomatic Consular to the New Republic

Location: New Republic Embassy
Date: Vadris 11th, 4ABY

***

The view out of Theen's office used to be one that inspired Amii'a. It was the opposite view she used to glare out of from her diplomatic office at the Arcadian Palace. Now, she stared out of the same expanse of New Plouton, but on the other end of the spectrum. That is how she felt of late. On the opposite ends of where she belonged. But as happened too often in the Galaxy, things were always in one form of transition or another. And people like her were caught in the middle.

Once an agent of the Empire; serving in a capacity for the Imperial Intelligence, though she thought she was doing honest work, to a Rebel operative on her homeworld of Tae'Karada fighting against the evils of the Galactic Empire. Now she stood as a diplomatic liaison for Tae'Karada to the New Republic, serving under Theen Fida, who she had also served with during the Rebellion. Now though, she wasn't clear where she stood.

Politics are as slippery as Hutt Slime, she thought to herself as she stared out beyond, wondering just what was going to become of her beloved world.

Speaking of Hutt Slime, she thought, as the past conversation with Theen began to swirl around in both her gut and mind.

Apparently he had procured information about the betrayal, which led him to believe that more essential information may be found within the court of one Jadda the Hutt. Amii'a had never met the Hutt, be she knew about him. She knew a lot about the underground, as she was one of the main recruiters during Tae'Karada's own over throwing of the Empire, and the regime that was spawned there after. She had contacts. Most would just as soon feed her to a Rancor; since the liberty of Tae'Karada, those criminals who acted in the interest of freedom, were but criminals again today. But she knew a few people...and a few people would know a few, who knew a few, who knew a few...

One way or the other, her mandate was expressively clear. She had to get to the bottom of the betrayal, and the bottom was always coated with Hutt Slime.

"Looking For Orthan"
By Girra Xel-Xux Zallir

Location: Drogen Shipyards
Date: Vadris 11th, 4ABY

***

(From Girra's private data-journal...)

...I have only been in the Tae'Remok system for three weeks. And already I have gotten myself into more shit than I cared too, or need to for that matter. My sole purpose for coming here was to follow up on a lead about Orthan...the only living (at least that I am hopeful of) family I have in the forsaken Galaxy.

Today when I came home to my domicile aboard this space-station, I had a message waiting for me. It was written in Omwati, to my personal parcel account that is associated with my room and board here. My contact is suppose to be a man, a fellow Omwati, who has also been investigating the whereabouts of those of our kind who were stolen from us, stolen by the Empire, stolen by Tarkin. Took him long enough. I have had to haggle with a snivelling Neimoidian on a cargo run, was duped into a bounty which led me to be abducted and worse... The gala at the New Republic Embassy was the highlight of my stay here so far. And that isn't saying much. I was suckered into a 'diplomatic mission' which led me to a mudball called Gallor. I have had dealings with Ambassador Theen before, during the Civil War, when he worked for the Rebellion. He was supposed to help me sift through some archives at the Arcadian Palace, Imperial documents that had belonged to Tarkin's brother. I hear he was a winner as well. Must be in the genetics. However...a couple of psycho bitches had taken over the Palace and declared themselves Empresses. This system sucks engine coolant!

Laerron escaped and I have played host to what was at one time a Wookiee...he yet may be again. I've bounced the idea of hiring a small crew around for sometime...but I just don't know. I suppose if I can put up with his Nerf-Flea bitten ass I could put up with anything. I don't know...Chakka is alright, I suppose. He plays a mean Dejarik though! And it isn't like I keep much company. I'm too moody anyway.

So, I am to meet this 'mystery man' tomorrow morning, here on Drogen. I hope for his sake he isn't pulling my sublight actualizer chain. I might find a new use for a hydrospanner if he does...

"Meditations"
By Vaya Bek, Padawan

Location: New Plouton
Date: Vadris 11th, 4 ABY

***

A lot can happen to a person in one week.

Vaya stole a morning stroll through the bustling streets of New Plouton. She didn't really know if it was okay to just up and leave the Temple, but she didn't particularly see why she couldn't. She wasn't a child. By all Galactic Standards she was legally an adult. She needed a bit of time away.

As she strolled along the street, she took stock in the numerous sentients that went about their business. People in their own little worlds, it was like the Galaxy to her. Micro-systems that connected to make larger systems, and larger systems, each revolving around its own star, and they revolved around others, and others...until collectively they made up the whole. And when one or two went awry...everything had a way of going to shit.

A few days back, Vaya began to experience some odd day-dreams and visions. At times, she felt as if she was outside of her own body, at other times she felt as if she was not even in control of her own body and thoughts. And then came Dani and Nieme's Troopers...and death. The whole temple was shook up, and the Jedi had been betrayed and defeated on a mission of great importance.

The Force works in mysterious ways, she thought as she continued to walk amongst the crowd of people.

Her former mentor, Kherris, had often took her into the middle of a city to meditate. Not a peaceful place for one to clear their mind and feelings, no. But it was a good technique. Vaya knew one of her weaknesses was her ability to stay focused when there was much going on around her. She could at times, when she wasn't thinking about doing it. Vaya mulled these philosophies over in her mind.

Point: When the Clones attacked, she instinctively pushed out with the Force, creating a wave of telekinetic energy that knocked the Troopers to the floor. She didn't think, she let the Force take over.

Point: In the midst of being attacked in the dead of the night, hopelessly out numbered by skilled warriors, she survived.

Point: Master Vorrel says to stop thinking so much...

After a short time, Vaya found a nice spot. A sizeable congregation of benches and a quaint water fountain in the middle of one of New Ploutons busiest pedestrian paths. A small refuge from the madness of sentient traffic.

Perfect! she exclaimed.

She found a seat and made herself at home.

Crossing her legs and using her breathing techniques, Vaya began the simplest of meditation exercises. All about her she could hear the goings of people, the sounds of the city. Speeders whizzed by, people were talking. It was a collage of noises...a collage of life.

Outward life.

People like Vaya, those who were attuned to the Force, knew that life existed beyond the tangible, beyond what one could see, hear, touch, smell, taste. Even dream. And even know.

There was the Force.

Vaya cleared herself of such thoughts and feelings and touched the Force. She let it flow through her like water flowed over the rocks and down to the lake at the falls about the Temple. That water joined more water, becoming one, made of the same stuff. Much was the same of the Force. Everything was connected by it, it flowed through it and from it, created by it. The Force was an enigma. It was there, but it wasn't. It was believed in, but it wasn't. It could be used, it could use you, and at times it couldn't, or wouldn't or even shouldn't.

Such was the life of a Jedi. Constant learning, understanding, practise, application...tools of the Force were they, and yet the Force was like a tool, it was everything and nothing, and so much, much more.

Vaya could feel her surroundings as she gave into the Force. She felt the people about her, some burned hotter than others, like stars on a map of the Galaxy. To Vaya, through the Force, she was like a rock at the middle of a raging river. The currents of the Force flowed with great power and purpose, yet so easily as if it wasn't even with purpose. It was just being.

Vaya knew that through the Force she could see, feel, and know things. She was particularly gifted with psychometry, though unskilled with its use and control. Vaya let the Force take her where it may. She had no particular thoughts or desires as to what she may be looking for, she just wanted the Force to give to her what it may.

Vaya felt a tug in the Force, the swirling sensation of the city and the people around her began to come into focus about her, as if she were on the outside looking in. She sensed something, a nudging of Force energy about her person, and she could feel a tugging next to her.

A split second vision of the future. Vaya reached out and grasped the wrist of hand that was about to try and snatch her satchel, just before the very moment it was to have been snatched.

Without opening her eyes she spoke to the person, "Excuse me, that is mine." And then she opened her eyes.

Starring back at her was a familiar set of eyes, with an unfamiliar set of bruises upon his face.

You! she thought as she recollected the young lad who had snatched her satchel the very day she was on her way to the Temple.

"What?!" the boy said with much attitude and a sneer across his face. "You think you're some kind of Jedi or something?"

"You are not a very good thief," Vaya said. "This is the second time you have tried to take my bag. Do you have nothing better to do with your time?"

"What's it to you, huh?" he mouthed. "Let go or I am going to call for the police! Lady! Hey...Lady!?"

Vaya found herself in a moment. She was outside of herself again, like at the Temple. And still holding onto the boy's arm.

She was in his shoes. She felt his anger, his distrust, his sorrow, his fear...his pain. It was a food of emotions that Vaya could relate to, she had felt them before her training. And she had felt them before at the Temple...when she had had those experiences.

"Your mother does this to you, child?" she said with a deep and vacant voice as she came out of her vision.

"Mind your business," he said with a cold and unchild-like voice as he tugged free and ran away.

Vaya watched him off. She wanted to chase him and down, she felt something for the boy. She was feeling a lot though, and thought better of it.

Pyschometry was a tricky business. Especially for Vaya. Visions, feelings, sensations...they came and went. Sometimes all it took was the touch of an object or a person. It had happened with Qel's lightsaber, it had happened with the cred that Kherris had flipped her the first time they met. It had happened when she saw in of Koran at the med-lab. Sometimes, it didn't happen right away, sometimes it had a delayed reaction, or it just came in dreams, whether they be the dreams at night while she slept, or other worldly day-dreams when she was awake.

There was no mistaking the visions and sensations she had had earlier at the Temple, when she was wondering if she was losing her mind. She had felt that way before when her Force abilities were manifesting after having grasped the lightsaber of a long fallen Jedi. It was from the boy. From when he had first stolen her satchel just over a week before. And now again, as she had sat there and held his wrist in her hands.

He felt the cold voice of his mother, the anger and the despair of both persons. She had felt his pain, both physical and mental at the abuse he was subjected to. She felt his sorrow and anger.

Vaya decided she needed to go after the boy after all...

"One Street Urchin to Another"
By: Vaya Bek, Padawan
& Jori, Street Urchin

Location: New Plouton
Date: Vadris 11th, 4ABY

***

Vaya had continued her meditations in the small park-like area in the middle of pedestrian traffic. She had much success in blocking out the background noises, having reached a state of meditation within the Force, yet still being aware of her surroundings.

She stretched out to the people about her, not invading their minds and personal thoughts, but touching their presence within the Force. She thought it like having a fish's view in the depths and currents of a river. She felt the ebbing flow of the Force about her, through her and from her.

She saw the people about her, like white stars, some were bright and vibrant, others were shadowy and some were just plain troubling in the sensation she was afforded through her focus in the Force.

She could see a man bounce into a woman, though in reality it happened mere seconds after Vaya's vision. She continued to skip around, sensing whatever came, not fighting it, but going with the flow, unless something caught her interest.

And something had.

Vaya felt a familiar presence approaching her. She awoke.

"Hello, Jori," Vaya said with a smile before even opening her eyes.

"Sith!" he cursed. "You must be a Jedi! Are you? Do you live out in the forest? I've heard you guys live out in the forest and like, practise magic and stuff!"

Vaya laughed. "I am not a Jedi, but I am training to become one. And yes we live out in the forest, but we don't practise magic!"

"Well people say you guys have powers, and can do stuff! Like the tricks you did! And how did you know it was me? I was quiet! And your eyes were not even open!" he exclaimed.

"Well, we have skills, skills come from the Force. Many of us can do many things, with practise, and when it is necessary," Vaya said.

"Some people think you guys are wicked, and that you do weird things...and...you're not to be trusted!" he said as a matter of fact like.

"Well, people often are afraid of what they don't understand," Vaya explained. "But we are not wicked, and we don't do weird things, though how we live may seem strange to others. The Jedi use what they know and learn to help other people, Jori. That is what we are about, helping people."

"Lady, you must have fried a circuit, people don't just help other people for nothing! Not from where I am from!" he said.

"Different people live different lives, but we can all learn and change for the better can we not?" she asked.

"Whatever," he said, losing interest in the conversation.

"I like to find places like this, or sometimes a quiet place to be alone, to think and study," Vaya said, changing the subject. "How about you, Jori, what kind of things are you interested in when you're not trying to steal from people?"

Jori gave her a questioning look. "What's it to you? Huh?"

"Just trying to make conversation. People do that often enough," she said.

"Well, I like Batchi Ball," he said as he thought some more. "And I like to travel around the city..."

"Don't you go to school, Jori?" she asked.

"Sometimes, but I don't like it much. It's boring!" he said.

"Well, I'm sure some things are, but don't you want to learn and be smart? To leave the city and make a life for yourself?" she asked.

"There's nothing out there I don't already know, you are nosey, you know that?" he said.

"I suppose, I was just trying to get to know you is all. Is that a bad thing?" she asked.

"I guess not, but I didn't ask you to, alright?" he said.

"Alright then," Vaya replied. "You know, I used to run the streets, and I wasn't very happy with things. I used to think life could be a lot better, but never thought it would. But I met people who helped to show me that things can change and life can be better."

"So what's your point?" he smarted.

"I'm just saying, if you think like that, maybe you could tell me, if you wanted a friend to listen," she offered.

"Lady, you came to me, not the other way around. And you don't know the first thing about it," he said.

"You might be surprised. I wasn't so different from you once," she said.

"So what, you are better than me now? Because you live in the forest with those goofy Jedi people?" he asked.

"No, I don't think I'm better than you, but I have grown and learned, and I am a better person than I was," she explained.

"Well, that's your life, lady, not mine," he said.

"True, but I had help, or maybe I wouldn't be here today. Nothing wrong with having help, as long as you make something of it," she said.

"What do you think you can help me with?" he asked.

"Whatever you would like me to, whatever I can," she answered.

"What makes you think you can change anything?" he asked.

"Anyone can change, and anyone can help change to happen," she said.

"Yeah...well, like I said, no one asked you to," he said. "I'm out of here."

"Suit yourself," she said. "I might be back around here another day, think my satchel will be safe?" she asked.

He giggled, "I won't try to take it again, you're too tricky!"

And he was off, running down the street.

Vaya watched him off, until she couldn't see him with her eyes anymore. She thought she would make it a point to come back again, and see if she could befriend the boy.

Vaya gathered her satchel and made for the Temple.

"Something In the World Doesn't Sit Right, Part 1"
By: Kel Deneb

Location: Arcadia
Date: Vadris 11, 4 ABY

***

Kel sat down at his computer terminal, yawning a bit. Jordan and Kel had managed to get the living arrangements worked out, which were not the easiest, to say the least. Kel's living space was designed as a two bedroom place, but only one room to take a shower and what not in, which may prove to be difficult. Not to mention the other room had been a storage area for his bounty hunting gear, which had since become piled in his room. Shaking his head, he scrolled through various news stories, checking for any possible clues as to where a few bounties he had been tracking could be.

Stifling a yawn, Kel still was not quite certain why Jordan had come to him with this mob problem, or whatever it was. He was not even certain he could help, let alone solve the problem. There were too many variables occurring for Kel to be completely at ease with the situation. He continued reading along the various articles on his terminal. Soon he would have to resort to data mining. Oh well, not a completely unwelcome way to pass the time and get information.

He knew Jordan had gone out for the evening, fairly confident that the presence of police and guards in the area would keep her safe, since this was the capital city, high up in the sky. Kel had spent the additional credits to live in the secure area of the city as well, and he was only a com call away if she got in trouble. Kel remembered her vaguely talking about going to a local bar that he went to sometimes, just to get out of the place.

While Kel was searching, he happened across the news article outlining the death of Jordan's husband. Curious, he stopped and read over the report. In the paper it indicated he had died by some sort of poison, which was consistent with Jordan's story. Also, the reporter for the article ventured that it was probably mob related. Again, checks out with what she told him, but something still was not completely sitting well with Kel. Perhaps it was inherent pessimism and his want to question everything until he was certain of the truth. Must be, he thought.

He studied the picture of the funeral, which had Jordan nearly in the center, overlooking her now dead husband's body. Curious, he thought, studying it a little further. She did not seem the least broken up about what had happened, at least in the photo. Sitting back in the chair a little, Kel furrowed his brow. Come to think of it, when she came to him, she did not seem that broken up at, more worried about her own fate. Those few little bits of trivia got Kel's mind working, and he would have to bring up a few things with Jordan when she returned.

He continued scrolling along, and managed to find a reference to a bounty he had been after. Luckily, it was just in the next system over, so it would not take too long to get there. Reading it over, he noted that the name mentioned had brought in a large amount of money to the community he was located in, and was being heralded as a great person. Kel smirked a little at the great person comment. Apparently this community did not know he was wanted in three systems for extortion, fraud, and at least two counts of murder. They would find out soon enough.

Kel was about to start typing a few things in, when the door to his place opened, and stumbling through the door came his sister, entangled in some guys arms, giggling and carrying on. "What the hell?" Kel asked, seeing the commotion.

"Ooohhhh, sorry Kel," Jordan said, obviously highly intoxicated. "Uuhh, Kome here and I are just...Uuhh..."

"Uh huh," Kel said, raising an eyebrow to the two of them. "Sure you are. Who the hell is this, and why is he in my home?" Kel asked.

"Kome! I just told you," Jordan said, leaning into the other guy, who was intoxicated himself. They were supporting each other it appeared. If one wavered, they both would most likely fall to the floor.

"Great, he can go home," Kel said, turning back to his computer.

"He's too drunk to fly back, Kel, he has to stay here!" Jordan said insistently.

"There's a taxi," he said nonchalantly.

"Couldn't find one," Kome managed to slur out, snickering a little.

"Let me call you one," Kel said, standing up and going over to Kome, looking at him. He pushed a button, and re-opened the door to his place. "And you can wait outside," he added, untangling the two and pushing Kome out the door.

"Why did you do that?!" Jordan asked, nearly falling over. Kel steadied her, then took Jordan to her room.

"You'll thank me later," Kel said simply, getting her to lay down on her bed. Very shortly, Jordan was sound asleep. Kel rolled his eyes. "And this just furthers my suspicions," he said to no one in particular, going out into the main room. He called the local police force instead of a cab, not wanting this Kome fellow to even think about coming around his home again. Very few people knew where he lived, and he wanted to keep it that way. Too many people know, and someone will come looking for a bounty hunter...to eliminate them.

He sat back down at his terminal, and began searching some more.

"Meeting New Close Friends"
by Quistis Knox
Akesha Valerious - NPC+
and Dumah Garden - NPC+

Location: Akesha's Mansion
Date: Vadris 11, 4 ABY

***

"They told you what? How much?" Akesha said, as she was incredulous. Hearing the door bell, Akesha's butler went to open the door.

"You heard me. They want that amount of money to replace an engine. I tell you something, I'm not going to leave my ship in that place!" Quistis said with a hint of frustration. "A bunch of burglars! I tell you, that engine was in perfect condition when I arrived here. Gods, how I hate this planet!"

Akesha limited herself in laughing.

Dumah entered the room, as he was shown into Akesha's study. He saw that she was talking to someone. A young gorgeous looking woman it seemed. He wondered what she did for Akesha... "Ahh, good evening, my dear," he said as he walked over.

He had overheard the last comment about the girl who was talking to Akesha saying that she hated a planet. There were many systems that he too hated. "I see you were in the middle of a conversation. I apologise for the interruption," he told Quistis. "But I also overheard that you hated some place... Couldn't help to hear, I'm afraid," he grinned. "So, what place is that?"

Quistis glanced to the good looking man standing at the entrance of the room. She slightly moved his head to the side still figuring what he asked. "Excuse me?"

Akesha got up and went to greet him.

Dumah picked up Akesha's hand and kissed it gently. He gave her one of his playboy grins and looked her in the eyes. "You look stunning, as always..." he said with a smile. "I'm sorry for coming in when you were on a private call, but I was actually shown in."

"Don't worry about it..." Akesha said with a smile. "May I present Quistis Knox, my bodyguard and truly my best friend. She supports me in most difficult times."

Quistis nodded, but didn't bother to get up.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance," Dumah said with a sly smile to the other woman. "And if I may be bold enough, may I suggest that you let me contact the man in charge of the Spaceport you just mentioned? I have many contacts in that particular sector. I'm sure I can get your ship the repairs it needs for a much more reasonable price... Probably even free of charge."

Quistis finally got up, nodding. "What do you wish in return? Because no one does anything for free."

Akesha made a terrible look. "I'm sorry for her attitude, Dumah, but she doesn't trust people that do anything and ask nothing in return."

"Perhaps that is what the Galaxy needs," Dumah stated with a chuckle. "A little bit of charity," he told Akesha. Dumah then looked at Quistis again. "I merely offered because you are friends with Akesha. And since I have a partnership with Miss Valerious, I thought I could help you out."

"Thank you for the aid. And if you can make the repair be faster, because I have urgent matters to take care of on Kiffu. I will probably buy you a drink," Quistis said with smile.

"Well, I can't lose out on that one, I guess," Dumah grinned. He took a very small holocomm out of his pocket and pressed a few buttons. Once linked, there was an image of a Rodian.

"Dumah sooba," the Rodian smiled. He was obviously a bit nervous at seeing Dumah Gardan.

"Hello, Doopa," Dumah grinned. "I am told that you have a ship there. One belonging to a miss Quistis Knox."

"Yeah. Haku uba choo?" the Rodian asked.

"I want you to fix it, free of charge. And you will make it your priority," Dumah stated.

"Nobata wontahumpa... Wamma parchee!" the Rodian said. It was obvious that he was not content.

"I will not. And you will do as I say, otherwise you will get in trouble with New Republic customs. Both of us know what I mean..." Dumah warned. "Unbanka?" he added up, in Rodian.

"Yeah..." the Rodian nodded. "Dopa dai kagwa."

Dumah nodded. "Thank you. Goodbye," he said just prior to shutting the holocomm off. He then turned and gave Quistis a smile. "Two days tops. Free of charge."

"I thank you, Mr. Gardan," Quistis said with a smile.

Akesha saw this conversation, but quickly she interrupted as she saw the time. "Dumah, the game..."

"Ahh yes..." Dumah nodded. "Miss Knox, will you join us at the Brutball arena? The first match of this new season will commence in less than an hour."

"I don't know. I'm not clean and definitely not properly dressed for the occasion," Quistis said, even though it was obvious that she wanted to go.

"Nonsense!" She looked to the other side. "GAALON!" Akesha screamed.

A Frozian appeared. She was almost two meters of height, with brown fur and a face like cat. "Onuin?"

"Yes, Gaalon. Please prepare a bath for Miss Quistis Knox on the double, and choose one of my pretty dresses for her to wear. We are in a hurry, Gaalon, so please be quick," Akesha spoke politely, like she was asking her to do it, not demanding.

"Asnoun it thum anorian," Gaalon bowed gracefully and showed the way to Quistis Knox, who followed her out of the room.

Akesha turned to Dumah. "She said that we must wait at least twenty minutes. I hope that you have the power so we can get there in fifteen minutes?"

Dumah grinned. "I would make us be there in ten if it was necessary. However, these events always seem to start a little bit after the supposed hour, so there should be no problem," he smiled.

Akesha and Dumah stayed in the room, talking about many subjects of their liking, and some of the areas in which they worked in. Dumah found Akesha to be a woman of great interest and very nice to be with, and the twenty minutes seemed to fly by.

When the doors opened, Dumah couldn't help to raise his eyebrows in admiration. Quistis Knox was beautifully dressed. "My dear... You look gorgeous," he smiled.

"Oh my glorified Aphrodite!" Akesha said instantly. She could see Quistis wearing a white dress that covered her breasts and went all the way down to her feet, with a white skirt, making her shoulders out in the covered. Her face was softly painted only to enhance the beauty of her face. The painted long blond hair was gathered behind her head, making her more stylish. Over her head she was wearing a small diamond tiara that shined by the light.

"Thank you, Dumah," Quistis said.

"Quistis, is it you?" Akesha said, kidding. "I can tell this Gaalon really deserves a raise after this."

"I'm sure he does," Dumah nodded with a sly grin. He then motioned for the two ladies. "Shall we?" he asked them, as he took their arms into his, one on each side.

"Thank you." Quistis felt a little uncomfortable in the way Dumah looked at her, but after a few seconds she felt more like a woman than ever before.

Gaalon said in her dialect towards Dumah. Akesha laughed.

"What did he say?" Dumah asked.

"The exact words were 'I'm female you daft p...' " Akesha said with a smile. "Not sure what that last word was."

Dumah chuckled. "My most sincere apologies, Gaalon. I was not aware..." he said with a nod. "But may I give you my compliments on your outstanding work," he said with a smile.

"I know that she didn't mean that," Quistis said. "Shall we?"

"Yes..." Dumah nodded as he took Quistis' arm and walked out the door.

"Discussion About War"
by Cloud Everblades
Amii'a Val'or
Girra Xel-Xux Zallir
Kitana Gellar

Location: En route to Tae'Karada
Date: Vadris 11, 4 ABY

***

Cloud looked to the wounded people in the cargo hold of Girra's transport. Some of the Councilors had quite the treatment. But as he looked to the people in the cargo hold he understood what was going on in their hearts, because his planet, at least half of it, was under the rule of a tyrant against the local people's will.

He moved to the entrance and saw Kitana picking up a white large tissue and covering a man's face. Another one had died due to the injuries that were inflicted on him. It made three in this trip and he thought how many more would die.

Cloud saw that each would always make a part of himself, but he couldn't worry about the people in Gallor and how many days, weeks, months and even years had to put up with Regi's tyranny. He knew that it would be a question of time, but as long he was on the throne, the more the casualties would be bigger.

Amii'a had come back to the cargo hold to see after those who were rescued. Half of the people had been off-loaded aboard the Star Destroyer, to take another transport. She saw that Kitana was busy taking care of some of her people. Amii'a felt for her, she knew her world was in dark times, as Amii'a's own world had been before.

She noticed Cloud with a perplexed look upon his face as she moved closer to the man.

"Amazing, how war and death propagate in the galaxy, like a plague!" Cloud spoke, noticing Amii'a approaching him.

"It is a sad fact of the natural course of things," Amii'a said.

"No, it is not natural. War or anything that causes pain in others is a species condition, that can be called greed, power and many other things. People must suffer, when people want power by force. Tell me since you're a New Republic trooper. Do you believe that we will reach the peace that your government so promises?" Cloud continued not looking to Amii'a. He stood there calmly.

"Conflict is natural, Cloud," Amii'a said again, "But you are right, such conflicts as these are derived from the greed and corruption of unnatural peoples. I don't know that there will ever be the kind of peace most people wish for. It takes everybody working together, and that is not always simple. And I am not a New Republic trooper, Cloud. I was in the Rebellion, but I am a diplomatic consular for Tae'Karada, to the New Republic presence in these parts of the Outer Rim. I can assure you, that Ambassador Theen Fida, of the New Republic, works very diligently to help promote and establish peace through diplomatic and economic means. Sometimes though, outsiders can only do so much, people have to learn to get along, to compromise and to help themselves. No one can give help to those who cannot help themselves."

"Yeah, but sometimes I think to leave a bad person on the throne would be the best thing, because everytime a tyrant is killed a new far worse the previous one shows. If we reach to peace time in this galaxy it only will be for a short period. People like us, will keep fighting until we are killed in the battle field that is our destiny and how much we want to change, we can't," Cloud said, looking to Kitana, praying for the departed soul.

"It is never a good thing to leave things as such," Amii'a said. "Some would say it is a noble death to pass from this life in such service. But death is most unfortunate in any case, we all must just make sure that death isn't needless and without such a just cause."

Cloud sighed at Kitana for a brief moment and looked back finally to Amii'a. "In a war there are always many needless and meaningless deaths in my planet; there are many examples. We tried to survive any way we can, to protect the innocent that needs our aid and protection, but how hard we try there are some poor bastards that are executed or killed to reach the Free Territories."

"It isn't always easy to deal, Cloud," Amii'a explained. "All we can do is try hard to help maintain democracy and freedoms, and to educate people, and to provide the help they need to flourish. There will always be those who wish to do others harm, take their freedoms and control lives in the search and conquest of power. One of the reasons I work so closely with Theen, is because of his beliefs and work to try and make the Galaxy a better and more free place. We have been working towards a unilateral alliance of diplomats and business officials, to provide an organization based upon major galactic companies and influential public leaders, to help provide such economic and educational resources to help worlds and their peoples stand strong on their own feet and to not succumb to such dictatorships and civil unrest.

"The influence and resources of the New Republic can go only so far, when it is a republic of individuals representing their own interests. Theen strives for a cohesive union of worlds that help each other. Think of it this way: if a world has more raw metal resources than it needs, but not enough food to feed its people, then they must sell and be dependent on those sales of raw materials to feed its people. Too often though, those in charge of such economics only think of their own pockets and stomachs. And then you have this other world, whose people have a world rich in farm lands, but do not have the raw materials to build cities and machines. We try to bring these worlds and people together to share in their wealth to benefit all, help them to help themselves, without having to rely on their local governments and the galactic government, to debate and come to a mutual agreement about prices and quantities," Amii'a tried to explain.

"You understand what I am trying to say? It isn't always just a matter of some bastard, often they are spawned by the troubles and greed of their world, which paves the way for them to become dictators. Often enough times, when a world and its people are at peace, prospering in business and education, civil unrest does not occur. Unless a people become complacent, and the rich and powerful are not kept in check. That is where our league comes in, to provide a system within a system, to help provide what people need, what worlds need, and to keep more power and riches for the people themselves."

"You know, she is right," Kitana said, approaching them. "Your name is Cloud?"

"Yes."

"The reason that your world still is divided is like two or three hundred planets that the Empire still controls. The New Republic is trying to free those planets and I'm almost sure a planet like Klain rich in Flaming Jewels is in the New Republic plans to free." Kitana paused. "If it is not too much trouble to you two, I'd like you to accompany me and these people until we are inside the Gallorian Embassy."

"Of course," Amii'a replied as Girra sounded the alert that they were approaching Drogen.

***

The three unloaded with the refugees, and made for Amii'a's diplomatic transport that had been docked and waiting for her arrival. The refugees who needed immediate medical attention were taken to the Drogen Station's medical ward under New Republic and Tae'Karadan Diplomatic Security, while the others boarded with Amii'a, Kitana and Cloud to make for Tae'Karada.

"Would You Like a Thermal Detonator With That?"
By Amii'a Val'or, PC
& Korva Valkier, PC

Location: New Plouton
Date: Vadris 11th, 4ABY

***

Amii'a had checked her messages when she had gotten back home from the Embassy. It had been a long ass day, and she was surprised to find a message from Korva.

Wow, talk about 'hey stranger'! Amii'a thought as she browsed over the message.

He had asked if she might like to meet him that evening, and they could catch up. It had been a long while for sure. Since the Rebellion, as a matter of fact.

During the Rebellion, Amii'a had worked as a recruiter and saboteur. That is how she had met Korva. He smuggled weapons and people for the Rebellion. They formed a friendship, mostly as comrades, it had never developed into anything more. Their friendship was sporadic, Amii'a was a busy diplomat and Korva...well Korva was always doing his thing.

On the eve of her new mission, Amii'a thought Korva's call couldn't have come at a better time. She could use a distraction, maybe something to help ground her back into focus. And it would be good to see him and catch up with him.

She punched in the reply number to give him a return call.

***

He had missed the good life, the norm of walking the streets without bounty hunters following him. His little stay on Tantooine didn't help matters, in fact it only seemed to make things worse. Jadda's men were getting closer. It was only a matter of time before his luck ran out. So why was he back on Tae'Karada? Looking up old friends? That was a small part of it, he needed all the friends he could get right now, old and new, but this would be the last place the Hutt would expect to find Korva.

Chowe was back onboard his ship looking after her while he was out. Passing through the entrance into the bar he scanned the tables. She hadn't arrived yet. Calling the attention of a waiter as he seated himself he ordered a quick drink while he waited. He made sure the table was away from the entrance and so he could watch it at all times. Never hurts to be careful... he reminded himself, taking a sip of the drink.

Amii'a arrived through the doors of the restaurant. Korva had picked the place, a little known, yet respected establishment called the Outer Rim Gourmet. The maitre 'd droid was busy with a haggling Neimoidian couple, so Amii'a passed them by to find Korva herself. It didn't take long.

"Korva," she smiled as she came upon his table.

"Ami," he smiled, using the nickname he'd come up with, though it wasn't really a nickname just a shortened version of her name. Truth be told he still had trouble saying her name; he didn't know why, one of those things, he guessed. Returning her smile he stood up, leaning towards her, kissing her cheek. "Please, have a seat..."

"Thank you, nice to see some men can still have a sense of chivalry," Amii'a commented as she took her seat.

"Didn't think you'd want to see me this quickly... must have made an impression..." he smirked, taking a sip of his drink. "Do you want something before we order?"

"Yes, I will take a Nubian Green Fruit Fizz," she said. "Well, things have been pretty hectic of late, the life of Consular and all," she laughed. "And of course now that we have two brand new Empresses," she said with a roll of her eyes. "It was good to hear your voice. I was looking forward to meeting up with you. What have you been up to, besides trouble I'm sure," she said with a teasing wink and grin.

Korva nodded to the waiter and ordered her drink, plus another for himself. "It seems I've been getting into nothing but trouble..." he admitted with a wince. "Life has been on the edge, I'm thinking about sending Chowe off, back to his family, for a bit. Being around me tends to be dangerous. I don't know..."

He took a swift drink from his glass, pausing as the waiter returned with his refill and Amii'a's Nubian Green. "How's my favourite diplomat? Life treating you well?" He was eager to change the subject, and didn't hide the fact.

Amii'a knew when to leave well enough alone, but she was also pretty crafty when it came to having information revealed. But she reminded herself she was not on the job, she was with a friend. By the stars do I ever need a vacation, she thought as she took a hearty sip from her drink.

"I cannot imagine you sending Chowe anywhere, that whole life-debt deal and all," she commented. "Well, it is my job to help promote peace and prosperity...but we have a couple of psychos up on the throne now, don't we?" she said with a hushed tone. "It isn't the same as before, Korva, it is almost harder. Our enemies were always clear and distinct. It was the Empire. And now? Ambassador Theen says I need a vacation but he is quick to send me off on some diplomatic crusade or what not."

She took another sip of her drink as a man approached the table.

"I heard about that..." Korva nodded, drinking the last of his first drink before reaching for the second. "Ugly business those two empresses, heard the Jedi tried to take them down and ran home with their tails between their legs."

"Excuse me? Consular Val'or, yes?" the man asked.

"Yes?" Amii'a said questionably.

The man had a drink in his hand and his hand was trembling. The look on his face was one of rage and fear.

"A person of your stature no doubt doesn't remember a person of mine," he growled, barely getting the words out. "During the Rebellion, you promised sanctuary for my family, in return for information...you got your information, but you did not save my family, bitch!" he said as he threw the drink in her face and reached inside his inner jacket pocket.

Just as his hand reached into his inner pocket he felt something violently pressed up against his privates. Looking down he saw, to his horror, that a blaster was pressed right up between his legs. "Unless you want your holy of holies splattered all over the bar behind you I suggest you take out whatever it is under your jacket by your thumb and forefinger, but very... very slowly. You see, Ami is a friend of mine, and I have very few friends left after the war..."

He swallowed despite having nothing in his mouth and slowly started to move to his hand, revealing what was under his jacket.

Amii'a wiped the drink from her face - it reeked of Rodian Ale - while she watched the man slowly follow Korva's order.

The man pulled out a spherical metallic object with glowing nodules. It was not an object to be mistaken for.

Amii'a's eyes were wide as she saw the engaged thermal detonator procured from inside the man's jacket.

He forced himself not to react to the thermal grenade, despite knowing from past experience what they could do and how much damage that can be caused, and this walking madman had one clutched in his hand. Korva was hoping for a blaster, a knife on the outside, but a grenade? The red light was flashing beneath the activation switch, it was primed and the flashes would become faster until it was a single constant and when that happened.... you didn't want to be around it.

"I am sorry for your family, sir," Amii'a told the man, not knowing if her words were going to make a difference for the better or worse. "Many unfortunate losses came from the wars, why don't you just sit down, turn that off, and we can talk about."

"TALK, you want to talk?!" the man babbled with much emotion. "Talking doesn't bring them back!"

It was only a matter of time before the ordeal caught the attention of patrons. All hell had just broken loose around Amii'a, Korva and the man with the thermal detonator.

"You think you're the only one who lost someone...?" Korva muttered through clenched teeth. "Wake up, you fucking ass..." Korva wanted to grab the man and beat some sense into him, and would have had he not been holding a thermal grenade. "Do you think your family would want this? Throwing your life away... and killing all these people?" Korva nodded to those who occupied the restaurant, men and women. "You know what a thermal grenade will do? It'll turn this restaurant into an inferno... by your hands!"

The man was trembling, his eyes darted all about - from Amii'a, Korva, patrons and back again.

"You don't want to do this," Amii'a said in a calm and low voice, trying to get the man to keep eye contact with her. "It won't change the past, all you would be doing is hurting these innocent people here. They have family too. Do you want them to lose someone dear to them? Hasn't there already been enough of that?"

"I...I...JUST SHUT UP, YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!" the man erupted as he twirled around and held the thermal detonator into the air, his face red and his veins popping. Tears were strolling from his mad, mad eyes. "EVERYBODY SHUT UP....I CAN'T THINK!!! I CAN'T THINK!! SO MUCH NOISE!!! TOO MUCH NOISE!! GOTTA MAKE IT STOP!! GOTTA...MAKE IT...STOOOOOP!!!!"

"You don't want to do that..." Korva slowly rose and though his blaster was at his side aimed at the ground he could lift it in a heartbeat, but he didn't want to kill this man, he knew it would ruin his appetite. "You have a life to live... your family would not want you to throw it all away..."

"No! NO!" the man shouted, shaking his head, waving his hand out in front of him, the hand holding the grenade, causing Korva to flinch. For a moment he believed he was going to drop it, or activate the primer and detonate. Thankfully his hand held and the grenade remained unchanged. "I love them so much... I loved them and SHE TOOK THEM AWAY!!" His blood-shot eyes looked in Amii'a's direction, tears running down his cheeks.

"And you think they want to see you like this?" Korva knew shooting him wasn't the answer; he was fast, but not that fast. Lifting his left hand up he slid the blaster down into its holster before moving his hand away. "They want you to be happy, to live your life, not to turn down the path you've set yourself on... they want to look down at you and smile... Do you think they're smiling now?"

He shook his head slowly as the Corellian's words sank through the pain and suffering. "No..." he finally whispered. "No they aren't." He looked up at the ceiling as if he could actually see his family gazing down at him. His thumb pushed down on the grenade and the flashing red light was suddenly cut.

"Get this man a drink." He stepped over to the bar, waving Amii'a to remain at their table. He sat with the man, speaking with him, talking about the family he lost. How they met, when they were married, almost everything. Korva left the barman instructions to call a certain doctor and an appointment, with any luck he would be back on his feet inside a year.

When he returned, food had been placed on the table. Obviously Amii'a had ordered without him; luckily she knew his favourite. "How are you doing...?" he asked, whispering as he took his seat.

She smiled, "That was very impressive, I was waiting for the meat-wagon for after you blasted the psycho." She sighed with released nervous tension. "I thought he was going to blast this whole building..."

"The thought had crossed my mind..." he whispered, sipping at his drink. "But if I had shot him then he would have blown the building, and us along with it. I normally leave the fireworks for later..." He grinned, winking at her.

Amii'a blushed with a grin as vast as the Kron Sector. "Well aren't we the confident one," she laughed.

Even after the escapade with the deranged patron, and all the things she had stewing in her mind, she suddenly found herself complacent, and at total ease with Korva's company. He had been a friend, and she trusted him, didn't have any social walls built up around herself in his presence. And now, she felt as if a new door had swooshed open to reveal a turbolift to a whole new level in the building of life.

Then she caught herself. Caught herself analysing. A diplomat's curse, even in the presence of good company, off duty, she was doing it again. She took a hefty gulp of her drink and shook the thoughts from her mind as it became foggy with alcohol. She wasn't going to have her evening ruined with such things.

"So what do you have scheming in that brain of yours, Korva? huh?" she said teasingly.

His grin broadened as thoughts ran through his mind. "Well, time will tell..." he said before adding, "Wouldn't want to spoil the surprise." He signalled to the bartender for another round before looking back at Amii'a, staring into her sparkling eyes.

"Hmm, well...the night is still young," Amii'a said. "Who knows what may transpire..."

He nodded without words as the waiter brought their drinks. "I have to admit, I've been thinking more about my past, working for the Rebellion smuggling peoples and people.... meeting you..." His eyes looked up at her, hoping to catch a reaction. He wasn't disappointed. "The trouble I've been having lately, it's given me a swift kick in the ass, I need to find something... or someone... to put me back on track."

"I can relate to that," Amii'a replied with a smile, which was more of a grin. "But before you go kicking it to hyperdrive, flyboy," she said teasingly, "...warm the engines up and take her out for a few practise runs, hmm?"

He couldn't help the smile as he leaned forward. His hand slid across the table to lightly touch Amii'a's. It was a soft teasing touch. "I can warm the engines up..." he whispered. He leaned forward, caressing the side of her cheek, pausing for a moment before kissing her on the lips. He felt her pushing against him, opening his mouth. His tongue traced the edge of her mouth.

Amii'a pulled back slightly, biting her lip, "Well, I guess dinner is concluded hmm?"

She stood up from her chair and waited for Korva to take her arm. He flicked a few cred chips onto the table top, more than enough for the bill and to have left a generous tip. The two exited the establishment, both having their arms around one another's waist, into the night...

"Brutball Game"
by Auron Ronso
Kyra Ronso
Ellemiek Vermolen
Jadda The Hutt
Garnet Seifer
Aeris Strife
Tifa Alexandros Lionhart
Kilgara Khaanor - NPC
Jubey Saaknor - NPC

Location: Brutball Dome, Yandrosa District, New Plouton
Date: Vadris 11, 4 ABY

***

The night had fallen and the sky was clear. In fact it was strange that in the middle of Winter Season a clear night like that had fallen, but people seemed to have forgotten this since it was the night of the grand opening of the game of Brutball ever since the occupation of the Empire. The one little difference was that the game was for the first time open to the general public and players didn't have to belong to the Tae'Morad.

The spotlight moved around the building, pointing to the huge amount of people gathering watch the match. The dome was well lit and the stands of food were by the thousand to make sure that they would make some profit that night.

A huge row of people formed in the ticket stands ever since the Holovid told that were still a few tickets available, and so there were lines forming towards the parking lots that were also full. The people that had their tickets moved towards the many entrances of the Dome.

Inside there was loud music and a few dancers to entertain the people in the long hours before the game would start. The public was obviously exited with all that was happening, but seemed eager for the game. A few of them placed bets on the electronic markers even though the team roosters were not yet known to the public.

***

In the locker rooms both teams had already occupied their respective lockers. And, just as it was planned, both teams never met or saw each others players.

Auron was seated on his on bench putting the last protection that he needed for his elbows. He had protection all over his body. He glanced to the side and saw people somewhat nervous about the incoming game. It was just an exhibition match, but the truth was that whoever was going to win today was going to be in the history of Tae'Karada and probably news in the nearby planets. He knew that his fellow teammates wanted to win as badly as the other team probably would.

Auron got up and picked up his jersey that had the colors and the logo team and put it on. The others started to get ready, gathering round. "People, let's kick some Devils' asses!"

The players cheered and started to move to the entrance that led them to the ring.

***

"Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to a fabulous night of BRUTBALL!" The people cheered as the announcer spoke. "Where the teams Devils and Angels will fight to leave this dome as winners!" The music came just for a few seconds and then disappeared again. "Please, a round of applause for the two beneficiaries that made possible the return of our tradition to you. The Great Jadda the Hutt and the beautiful and charming Miss Garnet Seifer!"

The people applauded has Jadda and Garnet entered the VIP room waving to the people. "How does it fell Jadda? The power of the people cheering for you like you were some beloved Emperor?"

Jadda laughed. "Jee lapti inkabunga hodrudda magi podrace magi mo gootu. Oob porko buttmalia um cheeska play, jee panwa. Foonta game..." the Hutt replied. The protocol droid that Jadda had with him translated his words. "Master Jadda states that he fancies more the classic amazing podracer competitions better, but that the big betting and cheating that is part of this game is much of an entertainment. He is satisfied."

"That is good to hear, Jadda. Let's hope that this game will satisfy you even greater," Garnet said with a smile.

Jadda nodded. He then pushed a button that was on a small console right in front of him and opened two sets of doors on the ring below. The doors gave access to the two teams' locker rooms and was the sign for them to enter the ring.

The people cheered up as the two teams entered inside the ring rolling it and waving their hands to the public. Auron smiled behind his helmet, looking towards the public as the two teams stopped in front of each other near the midfield line. Auron took his helmet off at the same time as the rest of the players.

Auron looked towards the man in front of him which gave his full attention. It was Zucker, the man who almost ended Auron's career in Brutball, by hitting him with a stick on his knee. "Zucker, you son of bitch. Who did you have to bribe this time?"

"Well, well, well. Auron Ronso. It is so good to see you again, especially in here," Zucker paused. "Watch out, Auron. This time I'm going to slam your face against the floor and permanently end your career, here and now."

Auron laughed. "I don't know if you saw what I'm dressed with. I'm a striker now, not a middlefielder anymore. Sorry to disappoint you. But I tell you what, if you start to become violent to my fellow team mates it is I the one who will permanently end you fucking career."

***

On the stands Ellemiek saw Zucker and cursed it. That particular player being in the game was not good. She turned to Aeris and pointed to the ring. "See that man in front of Auron? That one's named Zucker. That one is a dangerous player, known for his brutality in the court. His career file in brutball include having sent several players to the hospital. He once almost ended Auron's career when he hit him in the knee. In the end he was discharged from the Tae'Morad for killing a man on the ring deliberately."

"Sithspit! I hope the rest of the team watches out for him..." Aeris paused and her mouth was wide open. "Ellemiek tell me that the one on screen is not who I think it is."

Ellemiek looked up at one of the giant screens over the ring and saw what Aeris was talking about. She was surprised herself, to say the least. "That's... Kyra. What in the blazes is she doing in there? Especially when she's part of the opposing team!"

"I don't know. What in hell she was thinking?!" Aeris paused realizing something seconds later. "Does she know what she's getting into?"

"I sure hope so..." Ellemiek sighted. "Not quite sure though. I mean, she'll be playing against Auron and the rest of our friends. And Brutball... well, I guess the name says it all! It's no easy ride..."

"...or painless for that matter," Aeris said. "The game is about to start."

***

On the ring, the players got into their positions for the game to start. As soon as everyone was placed on their positions, the ball shot high up into the air.

Everyone cheered as the ball went up, but on the ring the midfield players seemed concentrated on when it would fall down, so they could catch it. Kilgara was going to catch it, but Zucker pushed her back with his stick, and caught it first.

He grinned once and moved to dodge Razchak, who was coming his way to take the ball from him. But before he could get to Zucker, Razchak was intercepted by one other player from the Devils, and Zucker passed on to the striker of his team.

The ball was caught by the Devil's striker, who gave it a small kick to lift it for a second blow. But he wasn't fast enough, and Jubey pushed him from the back and onto the ground, catching the ball with him knee and stopping it with his foot. "Not today!" he said as he kicked it back onto the midfield.

Kilgara caught the ball and started to move fast. She had two of the devil's midfielders coming to intercept her from two different sides. She realised she could not pass them without confrontation, so she readied herself. Waiting for the last second, Kilgara slid herself on the ring floor, taking the first midfielder down with her legs, and shot the ball through the mid tunnel.

"Tifa, catch!" Kilgara shouted as she passed the ball to the other side of the ring.

Tifa caught the ball and moved forward has Zucker began chasing her. She saw that he was too fast for her, and, out of nothing, Kyra was in front of her. She passed the ball to Razchak. Kyra ducked and Tifa flew through the sky falling hard on the ground.

Razchak moved forward and felt Zucker nearby. Without thinking he made a long pass to the Angels striker, Auron.

Auron saw the ball coming in his direction. He moved his body, kicking the ball to elevate itself, and hit it high in the wall above the goalie. The ball made a strange arc, coming back. Auron was very pressured by the two defenders, so he slammed his shoulder into one of the defenders, making him lose his balance and fall to the ground. Auron moved upwards and only then did he see that the defender's intention was to slam him. So, as the defender came towards him, he sat one of his hands on the defender's head, elevated his legs up, and was upside down, with the defender as support. He kicked the ball while in mid air, shooting it fast towards the goal.

The defender moved fast in his direction and barely touched the ball, but it was enough to change its direction, making it slam on to the post and reach the other defender, who then passed to Kyra.

"I can't believe my own eyes! An excellent play, by Auron, ladies and gentleman! Of all the many years of commentating, I had never seen anything as spectacular as that!" the commentator said with an exciting voice.

Kyra caught the ball with her stick and started to run to the other side. Razchak was right behind her, and she had Tifa blocking her way. In a sudden move, she changed direction and moved towards Kilgara. The other midfielders from the Devils were shouting for her to pass the ball, and she could tell that Zucker was most furious.

Kyra then stopped. She saw Kilgara coming to slam her herd and waited for her to come close enough. At the last second, Kyra jumped and kicked Kilgara across the chest, jumping back with the impulse and slamming her back against Tifa. Both women were down, but Kyra was still able to pass the ball onto Zucker.

With only Razchak to worry about, Zucker moved the rest of the midfield area. Razchad cut his way and was able to get in front of the Devil's main player, but Zucker spun once and to the right side, pushing the Angel's midfielder out of the way. He passed onto the striker.

But before the striker could even touch the ball, once more, Jubey slammed him down with a strong hit with his arm across the striker's chest, making the player from the Devil's team fall hard on the ground.

"Kilgara! Fast pass special!" he shouted as he kicked the ball back onto the midfield area.

Kilgara ran fast and slid on her knees to catch the ball with her stick. Once she had it, she turned fast and threw the ball upwards. As Zucker was coming her way, she thrust her stick onto his stomach, making him stop and then hit him again on his shoulder, which resulted in making him lose balance for a while. She caught the ball as it came down and threw it over to Auron.

Auron moved, followed by the two defenders, as the ball came in his direction. But before he could touch the ball, Auron saw Zucker continue to move in his direction. Auron knew that there was no way to get out of Zucker's way.

Zucker threw himself in the direction of Auron, and caught him on the stomach. But Zucker's stick fell off of his hands, hitting one of the defenders hard on the crotch.

Auron was thrown backwards as the ball passed over him. Luckily, Zucker hit his legs on the other defender's face, leaving the latter knocked out. Auron tried to get up to reach the ball, but Zucker was too heavy. Kyra approached them and, after she saw that Auron was ok, she picked up the ball.

Alas, as soon as Kyra picked up the ball, there was a loud horn that went off. Most of the players knew it was due any second and were expecting it. Zucker had committed a foul, and the Angels had just won the right to a penalty shot.

"Wow! What an incredible move by Zucker! Crushing two players in one move! Too bad one was his team mate..." the commentator said over the speakers. "That's the reason they call this game BRUTBALL!" he added as two droids entered the ring to catch the Devil's defense player who was knocked out and a new one came into the ring.

"The first substitution in this match... Devil's own wall of steel. Nothing gets past this man! Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome TRODOS, the Devil's giant!" the commentator said as he presented the new player who had just come into the ring to substitute the fallen defense. He was a two meter tall wide brute of muscles.

Trodos turned to Auron and grinned once. "I'm gonna fuck you up!" he said in a low growl.

"And we have the first foul of the night! Zucker has passed over the line!" the commentator explained. "And now, Auron Ronso has the chance to score a penalty for the Angels!"

Auron readied himself and concentrated. The ball was shot upwards from the center of the ring and Auron ran towards it. He touched it mildly with the first touch, sending the ball just slightly up and spinning and kicked it hard with his next kick. The ball flew hard to the goal and with a curving angle and the goalie couldn't catch it. The ball entered the goal and people cheered for Auron as he ran towards his team mates to celebrate.

"Auron Ronso scored! Auron Ronso scored! It's one nil for the Angels!" the commentator said.

The devils cursed the goal against their team, and so did Jadda up on the balcony. But the one who was the most angry was Zucker. He grinded his teeth and looked at Auron.

Kyra called Zucker but he was ignoring her. Finally, she approached him and punched Zucker's helmet, which turned his attention on her.

"That goal was your fault, you stupid fuck!" Kyra told him. "Next time, stay inside the lines!"

"Fuck off..." Zucker replied as he passed her and gave her a bump in the shoulder.

The players went back to their positions and got ready for the restart of the game. The ball was shot upwards from the center once more. All the midfield players ran towards it, but it was Kyra who got there first. She jumped and caught it, then twisting in mid air and sending it to her team mate, then falling on top of Tifa, and getting back up.

The ball was then passed onto Zucker who was already in position and ready to receive it. He was close to the line and ran just to position himself better to pass onto his team's striker.

Razchak tried to intercept Zucker from behind, but the Devil's player was already expecting that and moved his arm backwards in a hard motion. Zucker caught the Angels' midfielder in the chest with his elbow so hard that Razchak flew two meters across the ring.

Zucker then passed the ball to the Devil's striker, who was on the open, after having pushed Jubey down to the ground. He caught the ball, stopped it and kicked it hard. The Angel's goalie was able to touch the ball but not enough to make it stop, and the ball went in.

"By the gods! What a comeback!" the commentator said excitedly. "They're back in the game! It's one all and anyone's game!"

"Come on guys, we can score another!" Kilgara screamed to encourage her team mates. Kilgara moved to the center and waited for the ball to come out.

As the time passed, the two teams hit, kicked, punched eachother to take advantage of the ball. The Devils were making the Angels have a hard time. The horn was sounded and it signed the end of the first half. Some of the players had some bruises, and some probably had one or two broken ribs. But they would recover to play the second part of the Brutball match.

***

"Well, it's anybody's game..." Ellemiek commented. "I wasn't expecting the Devils to play this hard. If they keep it up, they'll end up scoring another one. I sure hope Auron comes up with a new strategy."

"Yeah, the only one that is not playing it hard is Kyra, but I think that she is hanging there pretty nicely," Aeris said.

"Maybe she's not sure that she's on the right team... I mean, she knows most of the players on the opposing team!" Ellemiek commented. "I wonder what made her go and join the Devils."

***

Up on the private booth, Jadda laughed amused. This Brutball sport was indeed fun to watch. Kind of like gladiators but with no real weapons. He thought of how much better it would be if they had real weapons, but he knew that most people would be displeased at the gigantic blood spilling, should that ever happen.

"Meendeeya Brutball mee hodrudda..." Jadda told Garnet Seifer. The protocol droid translated. "Master Jadda states that he finds the competition of Brutball quite entertaining."

"I'm glad to hear that you are enjoying yourself, Jadda," Garnet said, looking to the cheerleaders as they came into the ring to entertain the halftime. She smiled when Jadda inclined his body forward to see more closely the cheerleaders.

"Ahh!" Jadda exclaimed. "Chik youngee mee!" The droid translated. "Master Jadda states that the dancing girls is a good touch to the entertainment."

"Thank you!" Garnet said with a smile. I'll take that as a compliment, she thought.

***

The players came back into the ring and people cheered for them as they went to their positions. The ball was shot upwards from the middle area and Zucker was the first to get there.

Both Tifa and Razchak went after him, but he elbowed one across the chest and pushed him back and swept the other one's feet with his stick.

Zucker ran to the line and had Kilgara on his tail, but Kyra intervened and slammed into the Kilgara. The devil's midfielder passed the ball to their striker, who immediately pushed one defender towards the other to have free space. The devil's striker then caught the ball with his chest and shot it towards the goal.

The ball went in and the crowd went wild.

"Oh my goodness!" the commentator said. "What a move by the Devils! Not one minute on this second half and they're winning already! They seem to have come back with the thirst to win!"

Zucker grinned and nodded to their striker. He then gave him a nod and returned to the center of the ring. The ball was shot upwards again. But this time it was Kilgara who caught the ball, with a jump. Alas, as she came down, Zucker punched her to the ground and took the ball off her.

Zucker then ran towards Tifa and slammed his stick on her ribs, then catching her arm and sending her down also. Razchak had to to help his team mates, but the Devils' midfielder used his stick and slammed it into Razchak's back. He grinned and moved to play the ball forward, now that all the opponents in midfield were down.

The crowd was making the biggest noise. Some applauded his brutality and some called him a brute. But both only made Zucker feel more pumped. He shot the ball forward, but sent it onto an Angels defender's back. The ball bounced off, as the defender lost his balance due to the amazing speed of the ball and the strength with which it hit him.

Losing no time, the Devils' striker moved and caught the ball. He shot a second shot to the goal from a point where the defender was blocking the goalie's view of the ring, and once more it went in.

"Three to one! Three to one!" the commentator shouted over the screams of the fans. "The Devils score again and take their advantage by one more goal! And what a play by Zucker! He annihilated the opposition!"

Auron looked and saw one of his players was still down. He signaled the referee who was seated behind a glass cage, requesting for time. A sound was heard and the referee spoke. "Time for the Angels! Five minutes!"

Auron exited from his place of play and ran towards Razchak, who was laying on the floor, screaming in pain.

"My back!" Razchak told Auron. Darius entered the ring with a suitcase on his hand and started to examine him.

"Where does it hurt?" Darius asked.

"Don't know, it's hard to breathe!" Razchak answered.

The medic saw what it was exactly. He requested that the player left the game. As Razchak was helped by some of the fellow players to leave the ring, Auron glimpsed and saw Zucker laughing.

"Doc, is it serious?" Auron asked as Tifa approached Auron and the doctor.

"He broke some ribs from his spinal column. One or two centimeters to the left and this player would have been paralyzed from the waist down," Darius said still with a worried face.

Auron saw Razchak leaving and looked at Zucker. "Tifa, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just bruised," she smiled trying to comfort Auron, even though she knew it didn't work.

"Tifa, tell Kilagara to hold the ball for as long as possible, make the devils go after her. If it has to, the rest of our team mates cover her. You stay away from the group, lore Zucker to you. Just use your stick and hit on his crotch."

"Are you crazy? Zucker will be all over me!" Tifa said.

"Yes, that is my plan. Once Kilgara passes the ball to you, make a long pass to me." He paused. "Don't worry."

Auron ran back to his place, watching Tifa telling Kilgara his plan. The sound was heard and the players narrowed to the center. The ball was fired up, and as it came down Kilgara jumped and catch it. The Angel's middlefielders started to cover Kilgara with exception of Tifa.

Tifa approached Zucker from the front and moved her stick fast enough, hitting on Zucker's just near his lower parts. She didn't make a direct hit because that would be a foul, but it was close enough to make him fall in pain. Anger rose in Zucker as he got up and started to run after Tifa.

Kilgara saw Auron doing the signal. She exited from cover, jumped and shot the ball on the side hole, sending it flying to the other side.

Tifa caught the ball in mid air and without thinking twice she threw the ball to Auron, as he instructed. But Zucker used his stick and hit Tifa's legs, making her spin on the air, before hitting hard as the crowds whistled at Zucker's hard play.

As the ball approached Auron, he moved towards the ball that was coming in fast. The two defenders were covering Auron. He moved to the side using both the defenders as cover. The defenders ducked as the ball hit the wall and made an arch almost near the line. There was no room for Auron to kick it back to the goal, but that was not his intention.

He jumped and kicked the ball back to middlefield. The ball flew fast and under a second it made a direction to Zucker. He had no time to avoid it, and the ball hit his face, sending the Devil's player flying almost all the way to the Angel's defense area.

The people cheered as Zucker took the same treatment he was doing to the Angels' players. Zucker laid on the floor unconscious. Kyra even left out a smile. She was somewhat relieved that the game could go as in the first part without heavy blows and too much violence.

Some of the crowd actually cheered for Zucker being down and some were screaming for him to get up. The game paused for a while, as a time out was called on for the Devils. Zucker was in bad shape and sent out of the ring. In his place came in a different player. The replacement seemed a tough player, but not as bad as Zucker for sure.

"Oh dear..." the commentator laughed. "I guess that's what they mean by justice in the ring. Zucker, who had sent out a midfielder of the Angels has been injured and is out of the game himself!"

"Time for those goals people!" Jubey screamed to his team mates. "Let's get back in the game!"

Tifa caught the ball that Jubey passed her, and moved fast to the line. The new middlefielder of the devils tried to take the ball, but she anticipated him, passing to Kilgara who moved to the attack zone.

Auron saw Kilgara throwing the ball to the left. He touched it with his right shoulder and spin kicked it with his feet. The ball went fast and passed the goalkeeper, right into the net.

"Goal! The Angels score! A magnificent come back! It seems that the game is far from over!" the commentator said screaming.

The Devils cursed the goal, but seemed disoriented now that their key midfielder was out. Kyra managed to catch the ball when it was shot up and passed by Tifa and shot it up front. Alas, the Devils' striker missed it, and Jubey sent it back up front with a powerful pass onto Kilgara.

With the ball secured, Kilgara moved and passed it to Tifa, who immediately passed the ball to Auron. But before Auron could catch the ball, Trodos intercepted and pushed Auron down to the ground. "Not so fast..." he told Auron as he shot the ball back to midfield.

Tifa intercepted it with a quick move in mid air and passed to the other side. Auron saw the ball moving to another end, so he released himself from Trodos and went for the ball. Trodos was happy by the blow that Auron gave on his stomach and charged against him, slamming him against the wall. The ball passed by Auron and went back to the Middlefield. Trodos kicked Auron's stomach and the referee whistled.

"Unnecessary violence! Penalty against the Devils!" the referee stated from his box, away from the players.

Trodos shouted back in a growl, furious. The crowd was divided into clapping for the decision and screaming for the Devils, saying that it wasn't a foul. But the referee maintained his call, and had the penalty given to the Angels.

Trodos looked back at Auron and spat on the floor. He was obviously furious. And would surely be even more if Auron would score the penalty shot.

"Well... Let's see how the Angels deal with this given penalty!" the commentator said. "It appears that the Devils aren't too happy about the foul granted to the opposing team. Especially Trodos."

Auron stood in front of the ball looking at the goalie. He ran fast and kicked the ball. The goalie jumped to one side guessing that Auron was going to shoot in that direction, but the ball flew to the other side.

"The Angels score! Wow! What a game! It is 3-3 and we only have five minutes to the end of the game. Let's see if any of the teams will have an inspired moment to resolve this game!" the commentator spoke excitedly.

Trodos grinded his teeth and cursed to himself. The players took their positions and the ball shot upwards once more. Kyra caught the ball and passed it up, but it got intercepted by Kilgara who passed on to Auron at once, hoping to score a goal in the middle of the surprise element.

Alas, as soon as Auron caught the ball, Trodos caught up with him and pushed his against the wall. Trodos then slammed into Auron and pushed him to the ground, kicking Auron's back. "You dumb fuck! Let's see how your team deals without you!" he said as he prepared to jump on him. Trodos wasn't even paying attention to the ball, which was just laying on the floor.

Auron moved to the side avoiding being stepped by Trodos. Auron got up and kicked the ball towards the curved wall. The ball traveled through the ground and wall and was once more back in the air. As he prepared to kick it, Auron glimpsed to the clock. The game was about to be over.

Trodos got up and tried to get Auron through his back, but what he didn't count on was that Auron had military training, and long Trodos started the attack, he already knew that he was doing something. Auron ducked and let the weight of Trodos fall on him to pull Trodos off. Trodos fell hard with his face to the ground and tried to get up again, but wasn't fast enough. Auron had already jumped, using Trodos' back as an impulse to jump even higher.

Auron flew through the air and motioned quickly so that the ball was now falling towards him. He kicked it at the last possible second and the ball flew too fast for the goalie, and went in.

Seconds later the sound of the end of the match was heard and the people cheered the Angels and celebrated and applauded for an amazing recovery.

"Oh, my gods! The Angels score! The Angels win this match and show an amazing fighting spirit! Oh gods, if every game of Brutball is going to be like this I'll have a heart attack pretty soon," the commentator said.

"Letting the Dead Rest"
By: Yelara Neerou
Liam Zaneth
Leshie Zaneth

Location: New Plouton
Date: Vadris 11, 4 ABY

***

They were walking side-by-side along the strip of street vendors. In one hand, Yelara held a frazzie and in the other, Liam's hand. Leshie bounced gently against her back as they walked, the small pack giving him a good view of all that was ahead of him. Occasionally, he'd let out a happy squeal that was rewarded with a taste or two of either mama or papa's frazzie.

Today, Liam was dressed in his Jedi robes. The air was cool but pleasant, and both Yel and Leshie were bundled up. They'd been spending a good part of the day just walking and talking, while Liam related more stories of their past together.

"We had lunch at that spot over there," Liam said, pointing out a streetside cafe. "You kept throwing your noodles at me."

Yelara appeared mortified. "I did that? Are you sure? Was I drunk?"

"I don't believe you were," Liam said with a laugh. "It was something fun. I believe it had something to do with a song we'd heard in the city."

"Which?" she asked. "I mean...if a song would lead me to toss noodles at you, I should probably avoid listening to it."

Liam chuckled. "It was a harmless bit of fun," he said. "And, it was a bit of spontaneous amusement. And, you caught me offguard, about like the time you pulled me into the water on our honeymoon."

"Do I want to know about that?" she asked warily. "Besides, it was your honeymoon with your wife. Something that intimate...." Yelara shook her head and quickly looked away. She felt suddenly uncomfortable having her hand laced with Liam's. "You don't have to say a word," she whispered.

"It's just that it was funny, Yel," Liam said. "That's all. It was a little thing we had, where from time to time, you would try to take me by surprise."

She shrugged. "Perhaps I'm no longer that spontaneous. Dying may have tempered such inclinations."

Liam chuckled. "Perhaps," he said. "I guess we'll just have to see where things take us, hm?"

"Or where you're taking us," Yelara quipped. "I don't like Leshie being out in the cold so long."

"I don't think he minds," Liam said as he reached a finger up for Leshie to grab which he did with glee. "But we don't want you getting sick, little one. Time to go get warmed up." He glanced at Yel. "How do you feel like a trip to Drogen now? Do you think you're ready?"

Yelara exhaled deeply, but still failed to clear the heaviness in her chest. "The thought still makes me anxious," she admitted. "But I have to do this. I can't shy away from learning what I can about my past." Smiling kindly, Yelara amended, "Our past."

"Your past," Liam said. "I think that's more important now. There's a shuttle port just up the street, we can catch a shuttle up to the station there."

"Sure..." she nodded slowly. "Will it be safe for Leshie?"

"It will," Liam said. "I wouldn't let anything happen to him, and he's been flying around in space for most of his life. I think he likes it, don't you little one?"

Leshie yawned a reply, understating his enthusiasm. Yelara chuckled. "Well...that's settled, I guess. Let's get going then. And before anything, Liam," she added, squeezing his hand, "thank you for this."

"Even if there were no personal gain in it for me," Liam said, "I would be happy to help as I am. I know what it is like to search for something...and even though you may not remember, you helped me find that something before. I am happy to help you seek out your past and forge your future, upon whichever path it may take you."

Yelara laughed lightly. "Are you usually so profound?"

Liam laughed along with her. "Not usually," he said. "At least, I don't feel so. There's the port. Before we go in, I don't want to push you to this. You do want to go now?"

Playfully growling with impatience, Yelara gave Liam's arm a tug and began backing into the port with him. "Come on! I'll be fine, so let's go!"

Liam laughed and followed along willingly. He bought them each a ticket and they proceeded through to where the shuttle waited for the last of the passengers that would be boarding. Their luck was fortunate in that there weren't many travellers and they wouldn't have long to wait for the shuttle's take off.

Once they were settled in their seats with Leshie between them, Liam smiled over at Yelara. "I know things are very different now, but I just want you to know that it's very good to have you in my life again. I imagine I could have raised Leshie alone, but I think he needed his mommy and his daddy. He's much happier now than he has been for a long time."

"So you've said," she reminded him, fondly brushing her fingers through Leshie's hair. "Maybe next time, though...maybe we should spend some time alone. Without Leshie as the only connection present, we might have a better idea of whether you and I, alone, are still compatible."

"Good idea," Liam said. "We can ask Va'Lesh and Yara to watch him. I think they'd like to spend some time with him again. They grew very fond of him when we were off traveling."

"Who wouldn't?" she laughed, but all sign of humour faded as the shuttle rose swiftly from the ground. Yelara gasped softly and grabbed for Liam's hand blindly.

Liam closed his hand around Yelara's. "It's alright," he said softly in a soothing voice. "I'm here with you. We're safe."

She swallowed hard and nodded quickly. "I know... It's just the thought of that place... It still gives me chills."

"I'll be with you the entire time," Liam said. "I'll keep you safe, all of us safe. We don't have to stay long, either."

"And what if I enjoy myself?" she joked feebly. "Do we still leave?"

Liam laughed. "We'll stay as long as you like," he said. "If you'd like, I'll even take you to the place where you and Kallia drunkenly danced on a table."

Yelara groaned miserably, embarrassed by her actions, and mildly perplexed that she had been such an impetuous woman. If she had been as she was now, there would never have been any noodle-throwing or table-dancing. "Please," she begged with a chuckle, "keep the more disconcerting revelations for another time. There's only so many I can stand in a day."

Liam laughed softly. "I have a feeling Kallia would say the same thing."

Sobered now, Yelara said, "I don't know if I can love her again as she wants, Liam. I'm...not even attracted to her in that way, not now."

"Maybe you will in time," Liam said. "Maybe not. Just as with me; maybe, maybe not. I believe her first hope now is that she can be a friend for you. I think she's still trying to find her way again, and the new baby will probably be along very soon."

"The fatherless baby?" Yelara asked with mild disapproval. "Was she always so promiscuous?"

"No," Liam said. "Though, in her case, there are extenuating circumstances. In some of the situations, she had no choice. As I understand it, neither you nor she had much say in Dargus' desire to practice his own promiscuity with you."

"That was before," Yelara pointed out. "What about this time around? She chooses to be his lover, knowing what he was. If that's not promiscuity, then it's certainly foolishness."

"I am uncertain what her motivations are now," Liam answered. "It appears that she has forgiven him for what he had done before, and is allowing him to be a father to her child. The darkness has fled and he is honestly trying to be a decent man. I don't know how long that will last, however."

"It's lasted for you, hasn't it?" she asked. "You've never truly regressed, have you?"

"Not truly," Liam said. "The only time I have wavered was in my attempts to bring you back, as my actions went against the natural balance of the universe."

"And do you believe the universe will attempt to re-establish that balance? With consequences neither of us will like," she added, instinctively stroking Leshie's hair.

"I am not certain," Liam said. "Perhaps it already has, bringing you back with no memory of your past."

She chuckled dryly. "Punishment for you, and for myself, even though I had no say in the matter. The universe is unjust."

"I will not argue with that," Liam said. "However, Leshie knew you immediately...he remembered you. And, we're getting along fairly well. I think now I'd prefer to think of the future than the past. While I may want to recapture what we had, I know that it can't be so simple. I believe it is important, however, for you to have some knowledge of who you were before, and to see if anything sparks memories of that past."

"And I agree," she replied, smiling. "When we get to the station, we'll see if we can do just that."

Liam chuckled. "You just happen to be in luck," he said and pointed out one of the small windows beside them. "We're at the station."

***

They stepped off the shuttle and onto the flight deck of the station. The place had a different feel than before, than when they had inhabited it. Still, despite the change in ownership, there was a faint oppressiveness that seemed to pervade. As he sought to place it, Liam found it further down in the station, where the poor mixed with the shady. It was a part of the station they'd avoided when they lived here. As they moved further from the shuttle, Liam hazarded a glance at Yelara.

She had clamped her hand onto his forearm the moment the ramp descended and now had an unyielding, biting grip secured that had initially made him wince. The cold durasteel and blaring light, and the incessant clangs, shrill whines, and thundering of industrial labour was startling. Yet Leshie watched it all wide-eyed and with delight. Yelara appeared horrified. "Gods...we lived here?"

"It wasn't so loud where we were actually living," Liam answered. "You worked a bit here though. You were shift foreman, and a damn good technician. You managed to get my ship back in one piece."

Yelara nodded absently, still surveying the bay anxiously. "You said that's how we met...right?"

"Yes," Liam said. "I landed my ship in here, and you came right out to see what I needed fixed. I helped you out as best I could, but there really wasn't much for me to do but get in the way."

"I see," she murmured, then grimaced. "Can we go somewhere else? This place is just a little too...shocking for me."

"Yes," Liam said as he put one hand around her waist and led the way toward the exit. "We were up a few levels from here. Not sure if the rooms are available or not, but we'll soon find out."

She smiled playfully at him. "Did we share a room often?"

"Not while on the station," Liam said. "There was one night where we shared a bed, but nothing happened. You were afraid of what Dargus would do to me if he found out about us."

"And were you afraid of him?" Yel asked curiously.

"I wasn't," Liam said. "But, while I had no fears about what he might do to me, I knew he would hurt you to hurt me."

She frowned worriedly and asked with a quaver in her voice, "And...did he?"

"We kept our relationship a secret," Liam said. "At times, he hurt you...and others, he tried to win your affections with gifts."

"Gifts I accepted, and affections I reciprocated...is that right?" she surmised bitterly.

"From what you said, you learned early on that defiance was not tolerated. I do not believe you had much choice in the matter."

"But did I love him?" she pressed.

"I'm not certain," Liam answered. "Perhaps you did. I can't honestly say that I know if you did or not. If you ever did, it was never a happy love."

Yelara sighed gravely and the two walked the corridors in silence. Nothing of her past came to mind as they strolled, save for the odd feeling of discomfort and anxiety; and from what Liam had told her the previous day, Yelara was grateful for her memory loss acting as protection against a sordid past. She shook her head angrily at her own stupidity. "I'll never be like that again," Yelara declared fiercely. "Liam...I'll never be that weak."

"I know," Liam said softly. "And, I believe you. You're not the same woman you were before, and the circumstances this time are different. You have a second chance at all this now."

"As long as I don't become fooled by Dargus' supposed transformation, like Kallia," she added, "then I should be fine."

Liam nodded. The lift arrived as they stepped into the corridor, and they both entered. There was a sudden feeling of movement as it raced upwards. "The new administrator of this place is...an interesting woman."

Yelara smiled curiously. "In what way?"

"She doesn't like me very much," Liam said with a chuckle. "I came here before for a young Force Sensitive woman...and it turns out she'd come to some trouble with the station administration. Mrs. Anoran wasn't too pleased when we left here with the young woman."

"I didn't know you Jedi shunned authority," she teased. "It's no wonder I can hardly get Leshie to sleep at night...you've instilled in him the same rebellious tendencies you seem to have."

"Authority is one thing," Liam said. "But altering the rules and regulations to support your own claims is something entirely different. The young woman was a Zeltron, a species of near-humans who are empathic and who embrace a hedonistic lifestyle. Mrs. Anoran didn't approve of the woman's lifestyle choice, and attempted to contrive infractions against her in order to remove her from the station."

"Is this the same woman who allowed Dargus Kandran to use the station as his base of operations?"

"From what I heard, she did," Liam said. "It was a mutual effort, from what I understand, to thwart the Empire when they took over. Hypocrisy knows no limits, hm?"

As Yelara agreed with a chuckle, the lift halted and both doors opened. Yelara looked aside at Liam. "Is this it, then?"

"Your apartment used to be just down this corridor," Liam said, then led the way forward. "Come on." They moved together until they were just outside the door. Liam cast a glance aside at her while using the Force to determine that the room inside was empty. "Ready?"

"Of course," she answered confidently, though her tremulous smile betrayed the apprehension she felt. Leshie, sensing it, cooed and gently twined her hair around his pudgy fingers. When the door slid away to open the room, Yelara sighed, inexplicably relieved that no memories surfaced. From the few details Liam had given her, she truly didn't wish to remember her time aboard the shipyards.

"This...was my apartment?" she asked softly. "And I lived here long?"

"For a few months," he said. "It's been awhile since you lived here." He regarded her as she examined the room. "Nothing?"

"Not yet," she admitted apologetically. Yelara compassed the room slowly, taking time to brush her hand against surfaces, study objects that might have held a connection to her, and finally moved into the bedroom, where she seated herself upon the mattress in defeat. There was nothing.

"I'm sorry," she whispered to Liam as he stood in the doorway. "If I were a Jedi, I imagine this sort of thing would've worked...but I'm just me, Liam. I only perceive what's there, what I can touch and see. Any impressions I may have left in this room..." Yelara sighed. "I can't access them...and I'm sorry."

"It's alright," Liam said with a smile. "We're just trying to find your past...and if we can't, we still have the future. There is another option, but it would require us to leave Tae'Karada for a short time."

"Leave the planet?" she asked uncertainly. "And...where would we go?"

"Corellia," Liam said. "You were born and grew up there. We could also stop at so