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Kal didnt seem to be looking for conversation; he was on the lookout for threats. Whenever they passed a patrol shining glowsticks where his face might be spotted, Kal always seemed to be just behind someone taller then he was, and the troopers fail to see their own face in the crowd.

Morad's elbow comes back from the nudge wet, but Kal only shakes his head; so minutely the other may well miss it.

'Steal the speederbike. Brilliant. Why didnt I think of that?' Kal's lips jerk in a smile for Twitch's sarcasm

'Noisy, stupid, suicidal, and utterly Jedi-like. Why doesnt he just light up the saber right here to top it all off?' And Boomer with his two credits

But Chief, as always, was quick to reign in his brothers. 'Lock it up, he's a kid. Jedi Commander or not, he probably doesnt know the first thing about warfare, especialy not our kind.'

"Hopefuly he learns quick." As before, Kal is unawares that he murmurs aloud to voices no one else could hear. He drifts off to the side of the crowd as they approach that alley, however. If there were criminal operations going on in the middle of a lockdown, there was a back door. No checkpoints, no ID-scans. That would be their target.

A troop transport roars by overhead, bringing reinforcements, and Kal reaches back to grip the Jedi's shoulder, pulling him in a quick maneuver to prevent anyone from noticing their departure from the main stream as the commando slides into the shadowy alley the skinny hooded one just occupied.

One hand remains on his Deece, as always, and his eyes are already scanning the dark for threats.

The leather under the officer's armor creaked as he leaned forward, "So you mean to tell me you've gone deaf in the past three hours?"
Evien fought back a snarl, "No, I mean to tell you that this whole thing is scrapped. How many Jedi did you say were involved? And a sith?" He shook his head, "You'd have to triple the pay to get me out there."

The cantina was dull with only a few other conversations being spoken in low tones. There had just been a massive enounter elsewhere in the city, as damage reports filled the net, clone troopers searched frantically for the jedi, Evien himself barely avoided questioning. His odd characteristics always got him into trouble.

But now, his contact wanted to speak "man-to-man" as he said. So he sent one of his officers to negotiate. He had never been sure precisely who his contact was affiliated with. He knew he was a crime lord of some kind... something salvaging contingents of the military... intercepting supplies. It was shady, it had been around for awhile, and it was getting bigger.

The officer chuckled, "So you're running away once again?"
Evien sighed, "I'm reassessing my -"
"You don't," The officer paused, his eyes flashing, "Run away from us. You're lucky we're even having this conversation."
"You're lucky I haven't already blown a hole in that cocky grin of yours," Evien gritted his teeth.
The officer wiped his face and leaned back in his chair, "The Jedi are trying to get off of this planet, Evien. If that happens," He looked up at the ceiling, squinting slightly. Then he shrugged, "I'll fucking kill you."

Without warning, Evien's blaster pistols were out of their holsters. As this motion occured, four men in the cantina stood up with rifles leveled at him - but they were all too late. In rapid succession, read flashes streaked across the room, sending each rifle-totting meathead to the floor, over a table, or into a wall... dead.
In those three seconds, the officer had managed to click on his comm, but nothing else before the table was overturned on him and he was sent off of his chair and onto his back. Evien placed a firm armored boot on the underside of the table, pushing it down onto the officer. He leaned his face in close, "That's been said to me more than once, you see," He pointed his blaster into the table, "You just added me to your list of enemies."
Evien pulled the trigger three times, the bolts sinking through the table and digging into the officer's chest. He screamed in pain as Evien stood up, kicking the table off of him, "Tell Thelak I said hello."

He holstered his guns and walked out of the cantina, and swing his leg around his speeder. He was going to get to the bottom of this.

Once again, he found himself in the midst of a struggle, and his side was his own.

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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Razre was mulling about in the crowd, wearing a new cloak. this one was a black color, his grey robes strangely matching the new black cloak as well as his old white cloak. he tilted his head to the left as a wookie slave was ushered past in the swill and noticed the rouge trooper, and somehow recognised three extremely faint force ghosts. he knew that clone commando training was rigorous, but to go as far as to become slightly aligned with the force enough to haunt Kal was a bit strange. he would need to check into Kamino combat training techniques. he decided not to mention them, but he could swear he had seen the faintest one to the left in green armor somewhere before... Razre blinked and cursed, bumping into the stressed wookie slave. it must've been a bit much for the estranged sentient, because the furry creature's paw lashed out and siezed a clone that had come up behind Razre to question him. Razre had ducked at the last second and the white armored trooper dropped his weapon as the wookies grip closed his trachea. Razre darted away as the trooper's sputtering echoed into the square, and the crowd began to panic.

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN,"THERE WERENT ANY MINIGUNS IN THE DARK AGES?!"

Kal frowns as they're accosted by the dealer.

"...No troubles, friend. Just passing through." He says slowly, eyeing both the man and possible quick egress. He couldnt afford a confrontation. The noise might be too much. Not to mention he couldnt bull through his injuries much longer. He needed bacta, soon. The dark was hiding it, though, and he refused to display the weakness. He looked every bit as intimidating and ready-for-a-fight as a Commando should.

But speaking of noise....A wookie howl is something Kal knows well, and he looks over his shoulder to see the commotion as the slave handler struggles to bring the huge brute under his control. It'd attacked a Trooper.

'Fierfek. Could this day get any worse? What's next? Trandoshans? Clankers?'

'Five, shut it. Two-nine, move it.'

Kal's hand shifts to his Deece, but he doesnt lift it, instead turning back around and moving to step around the dealer and head deeper into the criminal-infested backalleys. They were their only shot at a quiet getaway. Speeders would be the death of them. He was a commando, he knew the value of a ground escape.

Morad suddenly felt his master inside him, like he knew exactly what his master would tell him to do right there. So he followed this ghostly instruction, placing his hand in front of Kal to stop him. Then with the wave of his hand in front of the dealers face, he hoped with everything it would work.

"We are old freinds of your's, to whom you owe a great dept."

C'mon, work you stupid mind trick.

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The wind roared past Evien's face, blowing back his hair as he rushed down the streets of Corellia. This was an interesting situation... he probably shouldn't have been so rash in shooting the officer's bodyguards - but he knew what would have become of him if he'd stayed under their employment.
Evien had been there before... sleeping with one eye open, always looking over his shoulder, always concealing his face and identity...

Until everyone who wanted him dead found a blaster in their face.

It took him two years to blast his way out of his last entanglement with the criminal underworld, and he'd be damned if he found himself there again. But he was still a target to them now. An enemy.
But he could find allies here... he could find those jedi... and maybe...

His swung his speeder bike around 180 degrees and stopped, hopping off as he quickly moved through a crowded market area. Evien moved through the hissing doors, his guard up, waiting to see a tracer or feel the heat of a stun rod near him.
Instead, a gravelly voice came from behind a wall of odd smelling fog, "Evee, I've been expecting you."

Razre had ducked into a nearby cantina to avoid the commotion, and noticed a smuggler come in the back door, only to have a strange figure approach him. Razres cloak had blown out just enough to see the sabers from the smugglers angle, but only for a second, because Razre snatched the cloak to him and sat down. it would take the reflexes and sharp eye of a Clone Commando to even notice the glint of metal, let alone tell they were sabers.

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN,"THERE WERENT ANY MINIGUNS IN THE DARK AGES?!"

Kal frowns again, and his grip on the Deece tightens. Force-nonsense... If it started more noise....

"....." The dealer regards them for a long moment. He nods.

"Of course, of course. It's been a long time."

'......What the kef did he just do and why hasnt he been doing it more often?'

Kal was just as lost for an explanation, his head jerking back to regard the Jedi under his charge with a strange mix of confusion and wary awe.

Morad could not be happier. Apparently he had made long stride in his training ever since the order.

Well I'll be the saggy left of a bantha, it worked. Now what?

"Thank you for noticing. Well I'm just here for that dept that you owe us, I'm afraid it's time to pay up."

"Of course my freinds, what can I offer you?"

"Kal, would you like to look for anything interesting?"

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