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Cyphor was taking a saber class with the younglings when it started... the doors to the hall were blown open with a small charge and the clones were firing before the smoke cleared... He had done what he could, used the force to throw various large objects at the doorway and told the younglings to scatter and run... it hadn't mattered... they had been killed anyway... the ventilation shafts were the only reason we got out of the room... the clones couldn't follow him right away and so he had managed to stay ahead of them... until they flushed the vents with plasma...

Cyphor woke with a start, no matter how much he avoided thinking about the temple when he was awake he couldn't keep the memories out of his dreams. It took Cyphor a moment to get his bearings back, he was in the attic of a building that had seemed abandoned, indeed the only life in the immediate area he could sense where vermin. He could feel the cold hilt of his Saber against his chest, strapped under his plain dark tunic. The vibroblade was on the floor a few feet from him and the pistol inside the cuff of his boot. Grabbing the jacket he had used to rest his head and putting it on, Cyphor walked over to where he had dropped his small satchel bag and pulled out some local fruit.

It hadn't really been his choice to come to Corellia, it was too hot for his liking, to many clone troopers and others who believed the jedi had betrayed them. Unfortunatly this was where the freighter he had stowed away on had brought him. He had been looking for a way to leave, but it had been difficult with all the troopers around. calling the vibroblade to him he slipped it into the sheath on his back and left the building, he was on the edge of the city. sharpening his senses he heard marching, and the softer tread of some people nearby. looking around the corner of the building he saw two people, one with the face of a clone. He didn't need a fight, not now, so the ducked back around the corner and began walking the other way, slowly so as to try not to draw attention. Even so he though the clone had seen him and to late he realized that ducking back would seem suspicious, he just had to hope the force was with him.

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Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former. - Albert Einstein.

To see a clone out of armor would be a very rare thing, indeed. Kal was unshaven, his hair beginning to grow out of regs. And yes... unfortunately for Cyphor; Kal's eyes had been the sharpest in his pod.

He doesnt move his head, just his eyes. Lifting a hand to tap his shoulder twice, quickly, the motion is unconcious. He sighs slightly. Only three men in the galaxy would've known what that motion meant, but none of them were here. "Trouble." He translates the hand signal for Ta'quey's benefit.

The Commando shifts the hovering speederbike to the Twi'lek, "Keep walking. No noise. Could be an informant." He'd check it out; he couldnt endanger Ta'quey.

Splitting off from the apprentice, trusting him to take care of himself for as long as it took the Commando to deal with the threat, Kal approaches the alleyway. He felt so blind without his brothers, so vulnerable. Twitch would tell him he was being an idiot, Boomer (yeah, he was demolitions..) would wonder if they were really from the same vat, Cheif would call them all a bad waste of good genes...

Kal brings the DC-17 "Deece" up to a ready-fire possition as he steps into the alleyway, sighting the walking figure with ease. Bothan, male. Too easy. One bolt. Two for good measure; incase there was armor beneath the loose shirt... Easy, Kal. Shooting made noise.

He whistles sharpley to get the moving being's attention to the fact there was a high-powered rifle now aimed at him.

"Name and purpose, stranger." The way Kal said 'stranger' sounded strangely like 'target'.

Cyphor stopped, his fur rippling every few seconds. his hand went instinctively to the slit down the front of his tunic, stopping himself just before reaching inside. slowly he moved his hands to his side and turned around to face the clone. "I don't suppose I could convince you to lower that... no I suppose not." The good thing about alleys was that there was usually plenty of clutter in them, the problem with this alley was there was nothing Cyphor could see that could stop a blaster shot.

Raising his hands about waist hight with his hands open and palms out Cyphor spoke hesitantly "I'm not looking for any trouble, I'm just... minding my own business" The alley was fairly well shielded from prying eyes that might be on the streets, one trooper, without armour - an oddity to be figured out when his life wasn't at risk - shouldn't be to much trouble to take out and get away. Although it would likely start a more concentrated search than was already underway in the city. He wasn't usually one for risks, but he doubted his chances of bluffing his way out of this even more.

Carefully, slowly he inched his saber off its hook inside his tunic with the force, trying not to let its movement show to much as it moved under the cloth. He would need to act fast, to much time wasted and he would have a hard time getting away. His saber reached the edge of the slit in his tunic, it was now or possibly never, the saber flew to his hand and activated as he started moving rapidly forward...

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UNsane: Its more than a condition, Its my state of being.

Cynner Striker Lacuna

Out-of-the-ordinary Arena Proposal
Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former. - Albert Einstein.

Lorton followed Morad through the trees and hills that the Corellia landscape had to offer them. They reached the top of a mountain, where they could see the City. It was a very large city, which seemed to have lots of 'people' wondering the streets.

"Ok, there's the city." Lorton said, then realising that he never told Morad why he wanted to go to the city in the first place. "You see Morad, I decided that it was time that us Jedi found eachother. We've been in Hiding far too long, most of us alone and without help. So we're going to find others, and get to a safe location, where we will train and teach the ways of the Jedi again... atleast, that's my plan." Lorton finished, and thought about his ambition.

They both then headed down the Hill, where they spotted Imperial troops, guarding the entrances to the city. "Oh great, just what we need."

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Kal's blaster isnt steady; it traces tiny circles in the air; ready to shift possition should Cyphor move. His eyes are un-blinking, and armor or not; the clone cuts an intimidating figure.

He didnt trust the Bothan. His words were too calm; no civilian was that easy about a weapon pointed at them. There was something here he wasnt seeing, and every passing second meant further danger. Ta'quey was still alone on the streets, heading for the outskirts, and while Kal couldnt say he didnt trust the Jedi youth, leaving his charge alone in hostile territory was begining to irk his instincts.

If this bothan -was- an Imperial informant, time to just end it and -!! Movement!

Kal drops into a deep crouch, murder in his eyes, and it is -only- his superior training that saves Cyphor from a barrage of blasterfire.

His eyes shoot wide, he springs back upright like he'd been bit; spine so straight it looks like its been replaced by a steel rod. His blaster has dropped to hang by its sling... and he's saluting, just about the time Cyphor's saber would be descending towards his chest in a swing.

Cyphor barely hat time to register that he didn't need to deflect any blaster shots before he switched direction and swung his saber at a right angle away from Kal's chest. The blade was now in a reverse grip with the blade pointed behind Cyphor, its low thrum filling the air.

Cyphor's fur changed the pattern of its ripples, erratic and in several directions at once showing open confusion to anyone how knew how to read bothans. He just stared at Kal for several long moments running possibilities through his mind, none of which actually made sense or came anywhere close to the truth. The lack of amour and there bing only one were starting to prick at Cyphors senses, there was obviously something he was not seeing... if only he could work out what.

"You didn't fire. As of yesterday 'Order 66' was still in effect, so why does a clone now salute when its orders are to kill?" The ripples of confusion running through Cyphors fur were still evident, but their pace had slowed considerably and were mixed with ripples at well spaced intervals heading straight up from his toes to head signifying curiosity.

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UNsane: Its more than a condition, Its my state of being.

Cynner Striker Lacuna

Out-of-the-ordinary Arena Proposal
Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former. - Albert Einstein.

Kal doesnt flinch at the near-miss, maintaining his rigid posture. He couldnt help it; it was all but programed into his muscle memory.

Good void, he'd almost fired on a Jedi! If his eyes betrayed anything it was mortification, but the situation -had- been highly unusual and confusing. For both of them, no doubt. Kal had no experience with Bothans, but that his torso was still attatched to his waist told him the Jedi was curious enough to wait for an answer.

"Sir. My designation is RCC-1129. I'm a Commando, sir. Not Infantry. We serve the Jedi and the Republic. Order 66, by our definition, runs contrary to the Republic's best intrests, Sir..."

There was some hesitation, there. To refuse an order - even a seemingly unlawful one - ran against the absolute loyalty instilled in the Clone. Fortunately for Cyphor, Commandos were a little more independant, and Kal's pod had been able to break their programing with rational thought. Still, there was allways that doubt. Though if Cyphor knew anything about Commandos, as oposed to Infantry, he should know there were always 4 commandos. Their 'pod'. Yet here was only one; the figure he'd been walking with certainly hadnt been human.

"With all due respect, sir...I would respectfuly request you turn off the saber. There are still Infantry patrols in the area, and that glow goes a long way on a helmet HUD."

"I imagine the sound will likely attract some attention before long also." Deactivating the saber Cyphor deposited it back into his tunic and make sure it was secure. Cyphor relaxed some, it seemed he wouldn't need to fight for his life just yet. "Be at ease 1129, you don't need to stand on protocol or anything with me. My name is Cyphor Fay'lar."

Cyphor glanced over his shoulder at the far end of the alley, it didn't appear anyone had stopped to watch. He rather hoped no one had, Drawing his saber had been reckless, even if it had made sense at the time, even with the alley being reasonably 'out of sight' it had been a risk he really should not have taken. "What of your companion 1129, the twilek... Does he share your views of the Jedi?"

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Cynner Striker Lacuna

Out-of-the-ordinary Arena Proposal
Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former. - Albert Einstein.

Morad walked along the bussling forests of the eldest brother Corellia. After listening to his new companion's (or as it would appear, master's) thoughts of reuniting the jedi, they came across the vast city, just a long walk away. to there demise, Imerpial guards were stationed at all entrances.

"So what's the plan?"

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The cantina Al Sabua Nitine (SAW-bwa NEE-teen) boasted the largest clientelle, the best entertainment, and the biggest bar and most seating in the city. The residents probably thought it a real classy joint, but to Kira'yya, it looked dingy and ugly compared to the simple but elegantly beautiful architecture of the palacial dance hall on Ryloth where she had trained.

She sat submissively by the back entrance, her ankle fettered to the wall to keep her from running away, wearing the traditional Twi'lek veil of sheer gauze, although they were black and more scanty than Kira would have liked. Her lekku hung freely and unadorned about her shoulders, occassionally moving sonorously as she murmured quiet reassurrances to herself.

The back door was open to an alleyway, and Kira easily heard the hiss of a lightsaber opening and its subsequent humming. Hope thrilled through her, and, glancing around to be sure none of the troupe was about, she stood in the doorway and looked out, seeing a furry alien with a lightsaber and a human, who appeared to be saluting the Jedi, at the far end of the alley.

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