"What's your name?". It had been a long time since he had a normal conversation with another, his mind still lost in the wild. But with his time in the wilderness came more enhanced senses, better reflexes, and a thirst to live.

Morad was almost about to give his name when out of the corner of his ear he heard a speederbike or two.

"Get down!" he said throwing the two of them into the forest.

Seconds later, two empireal troops stopped almost right beside them.

troop #1: "You check around here while I scout ahead."

troop #2:"Copy that." *Salute*

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