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"So what's the plan?"

"Good question Morad, because I don't have a clue." Lorton then thought about the idea of finding some disguises, but figured that would be silly.

He then thought about having a straight out fight with the Imperials, but that would be too dangerous, especially with the fact that they are both Jedi's too.

THe final idea he came up with in the short amount of time of thinking, was that the two use the Force to confuse the guards. "From a range of 1 to 10, 10 being the highest, how would you rate your Force using ability?"

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"From a range of 1 to 10, 10 being the highest, how would you rate your Force using ability?"

"4, I didn't really get through much training before........yeh, 4."

(short, sorry, not too much time, bye.)

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"4, I didn't really get through much training before........yeh, 4."

"Damn, I'm only a 6 myself... I too didn't get through much training on the use of the force, since my father trained me to become a good Lightsaber User."

Lorton decided the plan would still go ahead though. He realised that aslong as the guards were weak minded, and he focused enough, this would be a piece of cake.

"Right Morad, just follow my lead pal." he said, to build up the Padawan's confidence.

They approached the guards, with them both hiding their Sabers from sight.

"Halt! We're gonna have to see some form of Identification." One of the guards yelled, looking suspiciously at Morad.

"You don't need to see our Identification." Lorton said, as he held his right hand in a 'High Five' motion towards the guard's face.

"We Don't need to see their Identification" The Guard said, as he face the other guards, then turned back to the Jedi.

"Your going to guard another location." Lorton added, with the same motion in his Hand. He focused the force a lot stronger that time.

The guard turned to his colleagues once again. "We're going to guard another Location." Soon after, the Guards marched off, leaving the two Jedis to enter the City freely.

"Wow, Never knew I could do that as well as I did." Lorton said, as he looked at Morad. "Right, just stick close buddy" He said, then he carefully whispered; "Got any ideas on how we're going to find Jedi?"

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Ta'quey could see the figure of a bothan... then suddenly a flash of light! He had a saber most likley, Kal looked brave. Ta'quey could only wish he was that brave... the saber inched forward, closer and closer to Kal. Ta'quey realized that it was safe, Kal saluted and the saber drew back.

"...does the twi'lek share your same view of the Jedi?" Ta'quey smiled at this, steping a bit further into the alley. Ta'quey bowed at the bothan, "I am Ta'quey Jinn, and yes I do share the same view of the Jedi. Matter of fact, I am a Padawan myself, an apperentice. Well, until Order 66 was excuted...." Ta'quey said.

He was stammering a bit, but he was happy. The bothan was a Jedi- or some creep who mugged a Padawan for his saber.

"...And who might you be, bothan? I don't recall you from the temple." Ta'quey asked, "But, yet again, it is a huge place." Ta'quey added. There was the chance of him stealing a saber, but that would be highly unlikely, as the Jedi would surely know.

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Kal lowers his salute, and slowly brings the DC-17 rifle back up to his chest, letting it rest in a more natural possition then the one he'd dropped it.

He only tilts his head slightly when Ta'quey speaks, glancing over his shoulder at the Twi'lek.

A breif frown, he looks further back out into the streets, "We need to move." He opinions. Sitting still was begining to make him jumpy, especialy now since there were two Jedi to smuggle out. His Infantry brothers werent the -smartest- clones out of the vat, but they werent idiots, either.

"The whole stanged planet has eyes, if someone's seen your saber or...."

Looking back up to Cyphor, movement in the background draws his eyes. There, in the doorway, a Twi'lek female. His hand rises to grip the rifle and he gets that unblinking 'aquiring target' stare again.

"Like that."

Ta'quey steped where beside Kal, he turned his head. There, in the doorway of the cantina, was a Twi'lek. She was beautiful, but Ta'quey couldn't stare at her for long. Would she be a traitor to the Jedi? It would be easy, to just call, 'Jedis! Jedis! Over there!'. These thoughts worried him, he looked back at Kal, then at the bothan, finally back at the Twi'lek standing in the door way. He wondered how they would all react.

Ta'quey imangined that the Twi'lek called the clones, Kal shot her, the noise brought in the clones, then three of them, still in an alley, would battle it out. He snapped out of his thoughts, that would be silly... would it?

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Kira'yya's eyes widened as the human's hand moved to his blaster rifle, but she stood her ground. "...If... Would you..." She looked back in the doorway nervously, the chain on her ankle clinking as she moved. She turned her eyes on Ta'quey, begging for release. "Please?"

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The Twi'lek's eyes were on him, he could see fear in them.

"Please?" Ta'quey turned to Kal. Should he do something? Should he tell Kal to stop? After a long pause, he broke the silence "...Kal," Ta'quey began, but something stoped him from saying the rest. Kal was most likely smarter than him, Ta'quey figured he could make the desion.

He won't hurt her.. will he? Surley Kal will know that she is harmless, she's more scared than dangerous...

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"I have no id........."

Morad stopped, looking around like a dog to a beautiful smell. He placed his arm infront of Lortan and stopped him as well.

"Do you feel that.......The force is near."

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((He says as Kal's player takes a bite from a candybar... and injests part of the plastic wrapper. x_x))

If the clone reacted at all to her plea and her fear, it was with further suspicion and hostility. A hundred scenarios flashed through his head at hyperspeed. Shoot her and risk the attention, let her pleas grow louder until they called attention. Turn away as, jilted, she cries out to their enemies. Shooting her was always the best, easiest solution for him.

Maybe he could get close enough to use his knife before she cried out, keep this quiet. His gauntleted left hand tightens slightly around the grip of the rifle, the familiar tightening of the vibroblade's trigger mechanism draws against his flesh.

"...Kal," The voice wasnt his brothers'. For a half a heartbeat, Kal's shoulders tighten as if to a threat before remembering just who his company was. His finger rests on the trigger of the Deece, though the weapon is not yet pointed at Kira'yya.

"Fierfek." The hiss is nearly inaudible. Huttese for 'poison', the Commandos had, for some reason, developed it as a battlefield curse for a situation gone wrong.