"Easier ways?" Ta'quey repeated smiling.

"Any ways, thanks for watching the speeder Kal, I owe you one."

Ta'quey had thanked him already many times already, for just the fact he was different from the rest of the clones, or Imperials as some call them now. Kal put his life at risk, trying to save the Jedi, and Ta'quey was thankful for that. The Jedi massacure was horrible, so many screams of mercy, so much blood... He could still hear the whizz and whines of lazers through the air, the Clones shouting out orders, the sounds of lightsabers whirling....

Ta'quey snapped out of his thoughts, he had better things to worry about than the past.

"So.. where should we head next?" Ta'quey asked.

Where was there to go? Order 66 was still in progress, there were probably clones even in this city, looking for the last of the Jedi. It was hard to remeber when there wasn't a war of some sort, the Clone Wars had been going on since he was little. Ta'quey hoped and hoped that there were survivers of the massacure, but the odds were seeming bad. He hadn't seen a Jedi in a long time.

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