Razre sighed with relief, the smuggler missing his brief saber flash. he got up and left quickly. assuming what the Bothan had said was true, he'd need to get out of the sector he was in. Fast. he quickly ducked into an alley and bumped into a sour looking 'merchant'. he noted the tricked out speeders tucked in a corner and asked,"i see you deal in illegal vehichles, do you deal in illegal info too?" the dealer grumbled," i just got scammed by two other dives outta some bacta and a map. what do you want?" razre's sharp mind flew and he realized the only person in need of direct bacta would be a clone commando, and the only injured one he knew of was kal. the clone intrigued him, so he decided to find him. "easy friend, dont you remember me?" he said, his hand moving undetected from under his cloak. "ah yes, sorry mate, what can i do for you?" the merchant said, his mind once again experiencing the grip of a jedi mind trick." i need some info, and a safe path to the refugee camps." "alright, i got a better route for yeh then the one i gave to those other two nerf-herders. the one theyre usin' takes em past the ol' rancor in the sewers, theyll never make it! why, the only people who could beat that thing would be a well trained clone commando or..or.. a JEDI! bah!" the dealer laughed. Razre accepted the hand written map and left the oblivious merchant in the alleyway, following a trail in the force that he sensed emanated from Morad, that strange boy with the intense aura. he had great potential...

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"And in our darkest hour, We will know his name,
This world of ours is his to save or throw away.
And we don't know why, But his power is his pain..."

"One day, the world will cry out, "Save us!", and I'll whisper, "...No."

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