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"Now you've mentioned it Morad, I can... very stongly." He looked at Morad. "I Think I have an idea of where it's coming from, stick close, and try not to look suspicious, I can see lots more Imperials up ahead, we won't be able to fool every single one of them."

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Morad looked with a suprised expression.

"Don't look susupicious....right....and how do you plan we do that?"

His voice had become agitated and sarcastic.

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"Don't look susupicious....right....and how do you plan we do that?"

"Well.. um..." Loton didn't know what to say, he knew it was a sarcastic comment, but he wanted to sound clever, but failed.

"Look, I just basically meant.. no force pulling apples from markets, or slashing your Saber around, you know, dumb things like that!" Lorton yelled loudly. He was also being sarcastic, but forgot to keep his voice down.

Heads turned very quickly to the two's direction. "Ok we better go, like now."

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Kira'yya kept glancing into the cantina's alleyway entrance nervously, her lekku moving seemingly of their own accord, bespeaking her enslavement to anyone who knew how to read the signals.

Finally, when they continued to make no move to free her, she bowed her head and re-entered the cantina, disappointed. She'd thought the Jedi were warriors of justice--and slavery certainly wasn't just--she'd thought that they would free her...

Kira sighed and slid down against the stuccoed wall of the cantina. She considered using her skills of dance to compel them to free her, but thought better of it.

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Morad and Lortan seemingly raced along the city streets, fleeing for their lives because of Lortan's big mouth. Finally, a place of refuge came into sight. An allyway on the other side of a large cantina.

"Lortan, over there." Morad said, trying 'not to look suspicious'.

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"Cyphor Fey'lar, Knight. Its not really surprising that you don't know me, I don't believe I have ever seen you before either." The ripples through his fur had started to calm now, being widely spaces and at long intervals, reflecting the clam he was beginning to feel again. At Kal's mention of moving Cyphor nodded, he couldn't argue with the logic of it. He felt the female twi'leks eyes on them barely a moment before Kal mentioned her and turned to face her. After thinking about it a little he decided there was likely little to no reason to be worried, looking at her Cyphor got the feeling she had been watching for at least a short while, since she had not called for the clones patrolling the city yet there was little chance she would.

Ta'queys apparent indecision on the matter didn't really sit to well with Cyphor, but then he was young and a padawan, entitled to his flaws. Kal's logic was easy enough to figure, a Commando would do what was best for their mission. Odds were freeing a slave would not help his 'mission' any. As Cyphor watched the situation, two things entered his mind, 'Trust your feelings. Trust the force.'

As the girl turned and headed back inside, her head bowed, Cyphor started moving, if the others were not going to do something he was. He moved towards the doorway, holding up a hand to signal the other two to wait. Stepping just inside the door - trying to act as much like he belonged there as he could - he looked around for the twi'lek. It didn't take long to spot her, slumped against one of the walls nearby. A stack of boxes and various other things that Cyphor assumed were part of an act were stacked on the far side of the room, a diversion would be helpful if he was to free the girl. Casually he walked over to the twi'lek and crouched down balancing on the balls of his feet. "Be ready, this should be done fast" he murmured just loud enough to be heard.

Using the force he unlocked the shackle, it fell open and hit the floor just as the first box fell from the stack across the room toppling more as it went. It wasn't artful, but he didn't really have time to plan an execute a perfect escape. AS he motioned for the girl to get up and get out of the cantina, Cyphor realized the way she was dressed would likely attract a vast amount of attention out on the streets. As the two moved out the doorway Cyphor spotted a cloak slung over the back of a chair a short distance away, trust in the force indeed. He called the cloak to him and stepped outside with a backwards glance to see if anyone had noticed the two leaving.

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Kal's eyes flick to Cyphor as the Knight raises his hand. A familiar sinking feeling settled on the commando's gut. He'd seen that look in their eyes before. The Jedi was about to do something noble, altruistic... and utterly stupid.

Still, he'd been given an order. He draws the rifle closer to his side, where it was more ready to fire. His feet almost itched to follow; the Knight was walking into an unsecure building on the heels of a possible hostile. But he doesnt move.

I dont get paid enough for this. He thinks wryly, with perhaps more humor then his companions gave his stony countenance credit for.

We dont get paid at all, di'kut. Twitch's voice answers him, if only inside his own head. He was certain it was a sign of mental aberration... but it still felt good to pretend there were three other clones behind him. He'd been hearing them more frequently, lately.

Noise and movement, Kal raises the blaster. The Jedi comes back out with the slave in-tow, looking very pleased with himself, and Kal lowers the rifle with a sigh, lifting a hand to guesture them foreward quickly before anyone noticed the girl's disappearance.

There also seemed to be a disturbance in the flow of traffic out on the streets; he was certain he heared shouting. Perhaps just a traffic accident or an argument, but either way it might bring trouble.

Can the chatter, you two. We're moving out. Trust Chief to keep him on track...

Kira'yya looked up in surprise at the furry Jedi, and quickly got to her feet and followed him out the door at his signal.

Kira took the cloak from her rescuer, wrapping it around her and pulling the hood over her head to shadow most of her face. She knew that no matter where she went, as a Lethan, she would be wanted.

"Um, we should go before someone notices... ...Do you know them?" Kira asked, tilting her head towards Morad and Lorton, having just noticed them at the end of the alley.

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Ta'quey jogged over the the door of the cantina, as he saw Cyphor and the Twi'lek by the door. He paid no notice to what she was looking at, Ta'quey was just happy to see one of his own kind. It was rare to see own of his own kind, especially outside of the Jedi Temple - it was even rare in the Temple. But this wasn't an ordanary Twi'lek, she was a Lethan, a rare skin colour for a Twi'lek. Ta'quey removed his hood, showing his lekku, and bowed. Her lekku were amout the same size as his.

He raised his head, and smiled, "I'm Ta'quey Jinn. I.. I'm a Twi'lek, like you." Ta'quey said, speaking his mind.

Dumb question... of course she knows.. Ta'quey was just happy to see a Twi'lek.

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Kira'yya dipped her head politely to Ta'quey Jinn, but her lekku moved agitatedly. She wasn't sure why this Twi'lek Jedi had not moved to help her, but she felt less than friendly towards him for the failure. "This is not a good place to be making acquaintances," she cautioned. "Let us depart before we are discovered!"

Without waiting for a response from any of them, Kira headed for the entrance of the alley. She knew it would be only a matter of time before someone noticed she was missing, and then the city would be in an uproar. Best to leave before her red skin was what everyone was looking for, instead of just an oddity.

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