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Lorton woke up in his hut on Corellia. The Sunshine ws strong, he struggled to keep his eyes closed, and was forced to get up before his eyes started to hurt.

He rose up out of bed, putting on his Yellow outlined robed, which he had left on the floor the night before. He hasn't been the most organised person this past year, since he hasn't really been his usual, upbeat and tidy self.

Once he was dressed, he attached is belt, which his precious Light Saber was hung onto. he clenched the Saber in his left hand, as he thought of his father. After a brief moment, he put the saber back on his belt, and made himself some breakfast.

He didn't have much option on waht he could have to eat, Bread was all he had, and the night before's left over butter, which he spreaded onto his Bread, and tucked in. He wasn't hungry, but since he was trying to keep out of trouble, he didn't have much else to do but eat... although today was the last day he would hide at home.

Lorton stepped outside, and walked to the nearest lake, which wasn't far away. He washed his face and had a drink. he turned around to face his hut. "Right, time for you to disapear." He said, as he used force push to make his Straw and Stick made home blow away with the wind. "Right, now it's time to go."

Lorton doesn't have a ship of his own, so he has decided to walk to the closest city, where he will hope to find someone who he can travel with.

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As morad raced through, drowsy from lack of sleep, hungry from lack of food, his primal instincts had started to kick in. With his master's death, and him being hunted by the empire, there wasn't really much he could do.

Racing along a path he saw a large cloud of what looked like straw and sticks blowing in the wind. Perhaps some structure had collapsed, which would most likely mean someone is near. His eyes trecked around until they finally settled on someone walking along the same path.

Morad raced towards the man noticing a lightsaber on his belt, hopefully he was jedi.

"Hey you!"

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"Hey you!"

Slightly Startled, Lorton looks up to see a young figure approach him. He notices the young man has his Saber fully shown. "You know, you may want to hide that a little better" Lorton said, as he pointed as his Saber.

Lorton then noticed his own Saber was fully shown too... without trying to seem like a Hypocrite, Lorton pulled his Robe to cover up his saber. He knew that the young man had noticed, and therefore carried on to say. "I Guess I could do with the same lesson as you" He said, as he smiled.

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Morad slowed down, now feeling the aura of the man who apparently wasn't much younger than himself. "You know, you may want to hide that a little better". He then looked down to his belt, seeing him attempting to cover his saber up not to look hypocritical possibly. "I Guess I could do with the same lesson as you". Morad had no time for small humarous talk, he was at the break of insanity.

Quickly he stopped himself infron of him and began a more serious conversation.

"Any others....jedi I mean....anyone else with you?"

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There is a man leaning against Ta'queys speeder. Normaly; that would be cause for alarm. The human's grim face only accented the well-kept blaster rifle that hung at his back.

But Ta'quey knew that face. Bisected diagonaly by a vicious scar; it was the same face of a million of his enemies. But this one, alone, meant safety.

The clone watches, unblinkingly, as the Twi'lek approaches, and the Apprentice is just going to have to learn to ignore the sensation that Kal has already subconciously figured out the precise shot required to drop him. There is a satchel in his hand, and he raises it slightly when Quey gets into conversational range.

"A change of clothes." He explains, glancing down at the padawan's recognizeable garb. Best not to ask how he got them. Then his black eyes rise to the sweat and signs of strain that the other shows.

"....And there are easier ways of getting a meal." Kal had never approved of Quey's continued use of the Force. He didnt understand it; feared it would bring their enemies upon them like a beacon. But though he'd broken the habbit of calling the Jedi-to-be "Captain" or "Sir", he would never presume to tell a Jedi - even an apprentice - what to do.

All in all, Kal was a very difficult individual to read. At times, he almost cracked a joke before thinking better of it, and Quey could swear he'd caught the ex-commando smiling when no one was looking.

But without the three brothers that'd died alongside him (He'd never told Quey their 'names', but the Twi'lek had yet to ask); he was like a man who'd lost his limbs. To feel him through the Force would be like feeling an open wound that refused to heal, the only thing keeping him alive was his dedication to the Jedi and their survival. In this case; Ta'quey Jinn.

"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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Yes, he was different. He was a Commando; not mere infantry. He'd explained that to Quey, when the other had been first suspicious of them after the rescue. The Commandos were Mandalorian-trained, raised loyal to the Jedi; not the Senate. Not the 'Emperor'. They operated in 'Pods' of four clones. Always four. Never three, never five. Four. Four brothers trained from 'birth' together. They were fingers on a hand; useless alone, unstoppable together. Covert operations, assassinations, escort missions.. Places that the Army.. that the Jedi couldnt go; the Commandos were there.

He'd been on Geonosis; fighting beneath the crust of the planet while the Jedi claimed the glory above. He'd been on Dantooine; hounding the Seperatists from the shadows. He'd been on Kashyyk, aiding the Wookie resistance before the Republic had officialy stepped in. Kal had seen the war from its inception; he and his brothers had survived everything the Seps, the Trandoshans, and their own chain of command could throw at them. But not Order 66. They'd known it for the traitorous falsehood that it was, they'd known their duty was to the Jedi. They'd come when no one had called, and they'd died unmourned by the blasters of their Infantry cousins, who were too 'set' in their programing to question the Empire.

But Kal wouldnt let his biterness or his memories get in the way of an operation underway, and right now, the Jedi had asked him a question.

"First, you change." He nods to the alleyway behind them, "Infantry are patroling the area. Then we head for the outskirts until the trouble passes."

He folds his arms, fingers brushing lightly over the battered armored gauntlet that encapsulated his left wrist and hand. It was all that was left of the Commando's Katarn armor. Painted black, now, to blend in with civilian clothes, it housed the clone's deadly retractable vibroblade. Jinn had only seen him use it once; when they were accosted by an alien in the depths of Coruscant shortly after their escape. The being's scream had only come out as a muted bloody gurgle, and Kal had dispatched it with a snap of the neck a half-second later. As easy as breathing.

"There are still sympathizers on-planet. There may still be Jedi hiding here." His tone seldom changed; but even he sounded hopeful. With Jedi; he still had a purpose.

Ta'quey slipped into the alleyway, the thought of Jedi hiding in his mind. Jedi? Here? Maybe there was still hope for the Jedi Order, maybe one day they Jedi will become once more. That would be far away though, all the hiding Jedi would surely not be enough to defeat an army of Clones.

He slipped on his new, lower classed, civilian clothes. It wasn't what he would of prefered, but it would desciuse his idenety. A few minutes later Ta'quey came out of the alley, his saber hidden in a pocket. He pulled up the hood to disquise his Twi'lek features. The less people knew about him the better.

"Alright, I'm ready now Kal." He said nodding. His voice was serious, Ta'quey knew that there was enemy Clones here, lurking in the city. Ta'quey wondered why they betrayed the Jedi, why Palpatine ordered the Clones to wipe out the Jedi. Since the last of the Jedi were in hiding, he may never become a Jedi Knight, there was no one to train him, or even promote him offically. He had so many questions, and no one to explain them...

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"Any others....jedi I mean....anyone else with you?"

Lorton looked back at the Young jedi, he sighed, he was going to ask the Padawan the same question, now knowing that he was obviously alone.

"Afraid not... I'm guessing your alone too, yeah?" He asked, as he grabbed the Padawan's hand, and shaked it. "Anyway, I'm Lorton, I was an apprentice to my father, but sadly he was killed last year. So I never got the chance to be promoted to a Jedi Knight."

Lorton turned around to face the direction of the sunlight. He took a good breath of the air. "What's your name?" he asked, as he focused his mind on the present time, not the past.

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