Before Morad has a chance to describe his plan, Kal took hold of his shoulder. He was practically thrown into the ally, like he had just been torn out of the way of a falling tree back on Kashyyk. Then Morad saw it, a flash of the past in Kal's face, he looked just like his old master. In mere moments they were in the ally, and Morad once again looked up at Kal, to see that he was quite preocupied with looking around frantically. Out of the shadows, Morad could barely make out the sillouette of a couple speederbikes. Of course they didn't look like the 'legal' ones he had ridden, Republic military speeders, these were tricked out with all sorts of different gadgets like bothan tracking sheilds, solar powered battery packs, and even velocity crystal adapted boosters.

Aghast at the sight of such things, Morad almost didn't see the very same hooded man making his way back, checking some obviously illegal credits. As he began to come closer and closer, Morad ran through his well divised, half baked plan.

"May I help you?" he said suspicously, closing the digital credit manager.

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