Morad sat there, stunned. memories of the temple racing through his head. all his instincts, which he had been acting on ever since he came to this planet were telling him, kill....killl....kill. It was like a heartbeat to him now. His survival was at risk with the trooper alive, but doing something might mean certain death. What to do.

"Look buddy, it's best we avoid this guy, we don't want any unwanted attention, especially from the Empire. Ok, we better go, before more arrive."

The sound of Lortan's voice seemed comforting, it reminded him of his old master. Once again memeries flooded his head, but good ones this time. All his travels with master Bik, the time he saved him from a Wampa, all the training they did. It was very comforting, but very sad, he would never see him again. With a nod Morad confirmed the order, Master Bik always said, "Listen to those older than you. They may know something you don't."

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