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"What's your name?". It had been a long time since he had a normal conversation with another, his mind still lost in the wild. But with his time in the wilderness came more enhanced senses, better reflexes, and a thirst to live.

Morad was almost about to give his name when out of the corner of his ear he heard a speederbike or two.

"Get down!" he said throwing the two of them into the forest.

Seconds later, two empireal troops stopped almost right beside them.

troop #1: "You check around here while I scout ahead."

troop #2:"Copy that." *Salute*

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Looking back, Kal nods. Gripping the handlebar of the speederbike, he guides it along on foot; the less noise they made, the better.

Questions about clones; Kal could answer. On politics and Jedi.. he wasnt so knowledgable. Survival, he could do. He'd offered to teach the Jedi how to shoot, how to move without noise and strike without being seen. Weather Jinn would take him up on that remained to be seen; he imagined the young Jedi was still more then a little traumatized by the sudden upheaval of his life.

Kal remembered how he used to feel. He'd been the more bitter of his brothers towards the Jedi. Where there was a Jedi; there were dead commandos, he'd felt. Of course, insubordination or outright hostility were out of the question for him, but he could still sigh and grumble when word of fallen teams reached their ears; brothers dead so that Jedi didnt have to so much as singe their robes in combat.

And now, here he was, playing personal custodian to a wet rookie Jedi, praying that he could teach the Twi'lek to keep his head down during the Empire's purge. Twitch'd never let him here the end of it. The wry humor is quickly stabbed with regret and loss; Twitch was a corpse systems away, cooked alive inside his armor by a thermal detonator as he tried to sheild a Jedi child.

Distraction is death, soldier. Get your eyes back downrange. The harsh tones of his Mandalorian instructor snap his attention back to the present. He had a job to do, stangit. With a grunt, he picks up the pace slightly with the Jedi in tow. He could hear armored boots marching only a few streets over...

Ta'quey could also hear the marching of boots, in a rhytem. Just the sound of boots marching brought him anger, he could probably kill all of them easily! A few nicely placed chops and they would all be dead, but people would surely notice... The Clones also brought him fear, he didn't want to relive the temple massacure again.

He followed Kal, the sounds of marching growing closer. Where they following them? Did they know that he was a Jedi? Ta'quey placed his hand on his pocket, where his saber was hidden. That calmed him a bit, but fear was still overcomming him. He remebered the words of Master Yoda, when he was little. He wasn't supposed to fear anything. Just remebering Yoda was sad, maybe he was killed. Maybe he escaped.

Ta'quey ajusted his hood, now reaching his fore-head. He hopped and hopped they wouldn't reconize him as a Jedi, or even reconize him at all.

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Lorton practically threw Morad (Easier to say Morad rathar than; Young Padawan, just remember that Lorton doesn't know his name) into a near bush, then he dived into it. Somehow the StormTroopers didn't hear the loud noises of the leaves rustling.

One of the Troops on the Speederbike drove away leaving the other on his own. Lorton whispered to Morad. "Look buddy, it's best we avoid this guy, we don't want any unwanted attention, especially from the Empire."

The Stormtrooper walked slowly through the branches and the bushes. He stepped infront of the Bush that Morad and Lorton were hiding in. The Trooper took a good look around, taking in his surroundings, and took a large breath, and then carried on walking.

Lorton watched as the Stormtrooper soon disapeared from sight. "Ok, we better go, before more arrive."

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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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Lorton got out of the bush, brushed himself off, and helped Morad out of the Bush.

"Ok, we're going to have a little jog towards the City, it's quite a large journey, so we need to stay out the way of speeders."

He then pointed to the direction. "I'll let you go infront, so I can keep an eye on you." Lorton said, as he remembered the days of when his father would do the same thing for him. A small smile rose onto Lorton's face, shortly after, he snapped out of the vision and followed Morad.

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After taking his orders, Morad proceeded to quicly head down the path Lortan had instructed.

"By the way.....my name's Morad.....the third."

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Kal showed no reaction; but he seldom did. He kept moving. Ta'quey would know the commando was aware of the noise; the human had already loosened the sling of his rifle so that it nestled beneath his arm, hidden between his body and the speederbike. The DC-17 was a Republic-issued weapon. A civilian carrying one might raise uncomfortable questions.

"Easy." he murmurs as the Twi'lek begins fidgeting, as if reading his mind. "If they knew, they would've opened fire already." He should know; that's how he himself operated.

"Just keep your eyes on the trees." He nods slightly ahead to the distant forests on the outskirts. "Ne'baatir." he said that alot. Said it meant 'No worries' in Mandalorian; a habit picked up from his instructor.

Ta'quey did as Kal had told him, his eyes on the trees. Kal was almost becomming his master, he was teaching him like one any way. Kal was also keeping him calm, he had heard that some Jedi some times, if they themselves were too ingured for more combat, used the force to talk to other Jedi in combat. They would calm them if they were panicked, just like Kal was doing, but without the force... and they weren't in the heat of combat, but never-the-less his master would be proud.

((Sorry if this turns out to be a short post, I have other things on my mind))

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