“"Hey Zayne. Who is this I´m imitating?" Jarael made a high squeaking voice and "Let us get to Avishan there we will be safe. No one will find us there."

Zayne just shook his head. "Stop it! Just......stop it would you. Please? How should I have known that our former masters had two Jedi Knigths and their followers down there? Im not the precog here its you."

Jarael looked down into the floor. Shaking her head so that her long, dark braides curled and twisted like snakes on her back. "I am sorry. I am just a bit sad that we lost Nuric in that fight. He was a good man."

Zayne went up from his meditation position on the floor and walked over to Jarael who sat slumped down in her flight chair. He put his hand on her shoulder. "I am sorry too. I am sorry that we couldn't save Nuric, i am sorry that we got ambushed here on Avischan and i am sorry that i dragged you into this whole mess in the first place. I should have stood my ground and fought on Taris. I should have..........."

Zaynes voice trailed away. He couldn't find any words. The sorrow and pain was building up inside of him. He fought to keep it down. To not let it take control over him and make him do bad judgements. He thought about what his old mentor, Jedi Master Lucien Draay, used to say: "A Jedi cant let anger, fear or sorrow to cloud his mind and to guide him in his actions." Zayne shook his head. The very same Master that had killed his fellow Padawans and now was out there looking for Zayne, the only one who had managed to escape. And the only one who knew the truth about the Padawan massacre at Taris.

Well he didn't need a a stuffed up old Mentor who had turned on him. He just needed to get in contact with someone who could send a message to the Jedi Council at Datooine and who could perhaps help him get rid of the false rumours of him being on the Dark path.

"Hey Jarael. Please tell Arman Hengo that I want to talk to him when he has the time. I think he can get us out of this system and maybe he still ahve some contacts in the smuggling community to get us away from here and this madness."

Jarael came back a while later. "He said that he will be here in a while." She sat down in here flight chair. "i thought about what you said Zayne. This IS a madness. One day we are fighting against the Siths and the next day are we fleeing from old firends who have turned on you. Madness most likely."

Zayne looked up at her. "Yes I feel the same. I had never met neither Kit nor Ayla until today but I had heard only good things about them. To bad they had to attack us."

"Had to attack us!?" Jarael took her legs down from the Flight Control Panel and almost stood up. "To bad that hey HAD to attack us? They had a choice to walk away but they didn't. How can you say it was TO BAD?" Jarael stared into Zayne´s brown eyes. He almost flinched by her feriocity.

"Yeah it was bad Jarael. I don't want to fight old friends and Jedis. Even though my old mentor has spread around that I'am in league with the Dark Side doesn´t make it true. I am still a jedi and I am still honouring my oaths I once made to an order that I still believe in. An order that......"

There was a knock on the wall. Arman Hengo was standing there with a curious expression on his face.

"Sorry bosses. Aim no interrupta soma thing hee?" Brought up in a city underhive had made an impact on his language.

Zane and Jarael looked on each other and then turned towards Arman.

"No, no. Not at all. Please come in." Jarael showed him towards one of the extra chairs in the cock pit. "Please sit down. We wanted to talk to about the best way to leave this system and go to Tatooine without being seen"

"Oakie bosses. It kha be dun pretta isa if ya gotta creds foe it"




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