First Steps

[Master Maverick]

The Vultan was not quite as excited as the young Miralukan, but he wore a smile that almost matched the boy's own. There was a sense of pride, for some reason, and he couldn't figure out the reason. Vilado hadn't done anything all that special, but something about this whole thing gave Tross a unique feeling. Just as before, he'd have to meditate on it to figure out what exactly was up. Until then, he'd stay in the here and now.

The coming day for this part of the city-planet was not the same as it might have been for most other. This planet never slept, so to say the world was waking would be far from accurate. Rather, the transition from the night-time creatures to those that preferred the day was occurring.

Tross led the boy and his pet to a set of landing pads outside the Temple. There were a number of speeders to choose from and Tross chose a four-person speeder of brown and green. It had a modest, yet sleek design and would get them to their destination well enough. His identification was required, which he complied readily. His right hand was placed on a pad which took his prints and confirmed his identity. Putting in the VIN of the speeder they were to use, it unlocked the machine and Tross waved for Vilado to follow.

Entering the pilot's seat, he went over the necessary checks as he started up the speeder, warming it up. Pulling on the controls, he lifted it from the ground. Handling the machine almost as though he were bored, he backed it up quickly, jerking any who might not be ready, and quickly sped forward and up into the appropriate stream of traffic. "You'll want to fasten yourself in. Turbo too," he warned just as he made a sharp jerk right, dodging a slow moving freighter that was in his way.

Barely looking at where he was going, Tross navigated the ridiculous traffic of the planet expertly. A few times he even cursed a few passersby who cut him off or otherwise annoyed him with their driving. Even he allowed himself some lapse of control at times.

They were going to the old Industrial District. It had changed since those many years ago during the Old Republic, before the Clone Wars. Even so, it was still a hub of manufacturing, and no place on Coruscant was safe from miscreants.

Speeding along in the air, Tross cut across a few lanes of traffic, rather worryingly, and took what he considered to be a shortcut. Winding alleys and tight spaces characterized this path, but Tross made no mistakes other than close calls when some poodoo-head pulled out quickly in front of them. Good thing the controls on the speeder worked well, else they would have gotten into a serious accident a few times.

With little pause, Tross landed the speeder, powered it down and jumped out, seemingly all in one motion. He made sure he had his mother's saber and that his clothes were presentable before turning to the two in his stead. A smile grew on his face as he noticed their unspoken reaction to his piloting skills.

 

[Vilado]

Vilado followed his master having to stare at his feet to ensure he sensed the path. He did not have trouble and that made him happy. Although only able to see a few feet in front of him,he was able to do it without trying. Practice made perfect and soon he would be able to see just as well as others, if not better.

Turbo, his great hulking beast of a Kath hound, followed close behind as the sun rose. The warmth felt good on the Miralukan's face. The path quickly became a landing pad abd on it sat a beautiful speeder. Vilado had no sense of color so his description was purely based on it's make up. He drew upon the Force and he was able to see into the vehicle. Its insides were beautiful. Well crafted and in pristine condition the teen was excited as they drew close to the machine.

His Master punched in a code and beckoned, Turbo chased after Vilado as he ran to the other side.Vilado jumped inside and Turbo was let into the back. The Jedi Knight checked all the controls and started the machine up. It jerked forward and Turbo's head hit the seat, Vilado could tell that the mutt wasn't harmed just irritated.

The speeder lifted up into the sky and blasted into the busy lanes. Vilado strapped the great beast in but in his excitement he forgot his own. He marveled at the skill the Jedi held with the vehicle. It was a beauteous thing to see. His master connected with the speeder, speeder connected to controls, controls connected to the engine. He was apart of the speeder. The connection was strong and he knew not what degree of training one had to obtain to connect so fluidly. Regardless he now trusted Tross with his life in any speeder.

As he marveled at the skill he did not hear his masters warning and almost fell into his lap as he banked a hard right. The embarrassed Miraluka picked himself up and quickly strapped on the safety belt as the ride took an exciting turn. Flying in and out, over and under, the speeder was a instrument of precision cutting in and out of traffic.

He lost track of their path and when they finally arrived Vilado's head was spinning. The great hound leapt out and immediately heaved over the edge of the speeder pad. Vilado was thankful that the dog had held it. It would have been embarrassing and disgraceful if he had ruined the seating in the Jedi speeder.

Vilado steadied himself before he spoke."Your skill as a pilot is amazing, Master. The last time I was flew with someone so capable was with my Uncle Grandaca. I learned what I could from him but I am nowhere near your level of expertise."

Vilado now noticed the elegant metal cylinder at his master's side. He peered inside and knew it to be a lightsaber,longer than most Vilado assumed it to be a double blade. The young Miraluka was skilled with a single saber and had to use a variant known as a great saber. The bigger hilt and blade were neccesarry for Vilado's build. Blade color didn't matter to Vilado, he couldn't see it but, he had been told his training saber was blue.

The hilt of the blade hung at his waist under his long dark brown robes. He wore traditional padawan garments. Sandy brown tunic and pants with a dark brown leather boots. His thick robe was a dark brown and was so long it almost touched the floor. Of course a youngling had described the hues to the color blind teen.

 

[Master Maverick]

A broad smile formed on his face at the compliment. "I suppose I'll have to let you drive on the way back!" He replied in good humor in a raised voice, obviously amused by it all. However, he was quite serious about the offer. Or, command might have been more an appropriate term. Regardless, Tross felt for the elongated hilt at his left side, under his light cloak, and looked around.

They were on a spacious, and empty, platform. In the distance was a rather large factory. Even for all the environmental laws in place on the planet, the stench of smog would smack them both in the face. Tross' face noticeably wrinkled in disgust. Closing his eyes, he focused for a moment and felt for the Force. Within his nostrils and throat formed barriers to the toxic fumes, cleansing the air as it passed through. As well, within his lungs, as the air entered, barriers to the air were created to filter out harmful pollutants yet again. Taking in a deep breath, the Vultan relished the sweet air he had created for himself.

Scanning the area once more, finding that, strangely, no one was around. He looked back at Vilado to find him wearing a similar face to what Tross previously had. "Do you know of Breath Control?" Upon learning that the boy did not, Tross instructed the boy in the technique. First he had the Miraluka meditate for a few moments to gain his center and focus the Force that flowed naturally within him. He told the boy to feel and see the air as it entered his nose, down his throat and into his lungs. To focus on it and see it at a deeper level than he probably would have ever thought to do on his own. Anything within the air that was not harmful compounds was easily discernible and Tross explained to Vilado that he needed to focus on these and to block them from entering his lungs. It was somewhat complicated, and the Knight wouldn't be surprised if the boy wasn't able to do it at first. However, he now had the knowledge to work on the ability and develop it on his own.

It was then that a twitch sent Tross' head spinning to face the opposite direction. Approaching were a band of rather rough looking fellows that were sure to not be looking for idle conversation. Indeed, the pistols they were carrying within the hands and the laughter heard among them painted more than a clear picture to the Vultan. Keeping calm and composed, he turned to face them fully with his body relaxed. "Greetings!" He called out to them with a raised hand once they were well within earshot. The group silenced noticeably and became increasingly serious. Tross' blackened left hand stretched out slightly to his side, his palm facing backwards to indicate to Turbo that he should keep calm. Through the Force, Tross performed a similar attempt at communication, simply giving him the feelings of calm and confidence, showing him that Tross had it under control and Vilado would not be harmed.

"Whatchya doin' on our dock wi' tha' prehy lookin' speedah?" The burly human's voice was rough with a thick affect of him sounding quite unintelligent. The other humans mingled with some Rodians and a Twi'lek. In all, they numbered 7.

Tross was not intimidated. It would take much more than a gang of idiots to strike fear in his heart.

"It has been reported that some crates of droid and ship parts has been stolen and we are here on behalf of the New Jedi Order to investigate. Do you know anything about this?" Tross dangled their affiliation loosely before the group to watch them look at each other with leery eyes, obviously uncomfortable. Tross smirked slightly.

The leader, or whatever his position might have been, spoke up again. He tried desperately to keep his cool and stay in command. "This i' private propety, Jedi."

He was obviously trying to infer that the pair of them should leave, but Tross was steadfast. "That does not answer my question, good sir. Do you know anything about the stolen items?" He repeated the question again, putting weight on the ball of his left foot, shifting as though to look comfortable and to show they were not going to leave so quickly.

"Ah don' have ta answer no questions from tha likes ah you!" He was quite angry, that much was clear.

"No, you do not indeed." He replied as he put his hands on his hips, pulling away his cloak to reveal the hilt of his saber on his hip. "However, you would only end up stalling our efforts, for the parts will be found." Tross was more than confident in his statement. Once more there was inaudible mumbling amid the group and they shuffled visibly as the lead human even widened his eyes and skipped a breath.

"I don' know nothin' 'bout no parts." Even though he finally answered the question, it wasn't the one Tross was looking for.

Stepping forward with a touch of speed, Tross moved almost intimately close to the human who stood a few inches shorter than himself, even though he was much bulkier than the Vultan. The arms, and guns within them, raised as he did so, but Tross paid no heed to the crude weapons even as he kept his hands on his hips, close to his hilt.

"I think we both know that's not true, good sir." His tone was expectant and his light eyebrows raised as he waited for the correct answer.

The man's jaw clenched as he retorted, "You think you so tough!? We could shoot ya dead ri' here and no one would know!"

Tross was quick to reply. "Now we both know that's not as true as you claim. If we do not return in a few hours, a search team will be sent here. However, I highly doubt you could even harm myself, never mind my Apprentice and his Hound over there." His head turned to look at the group behind him, obviously practically scared out of their wits by the single Jedi. After a few moments, his eyes gazed back into those of the human immediately before him. For almost too long of a time, he stared into those dark eyes. As he did this, the Force swelled within him as he prepared for the possibility of his tactic failing. "Now please answer my question; where are the parts?" His tone was low and strong. He was done playing games.

The human paused and averted his gaze after a few moments of trying to match it. However, his weakness was clear. "I can't give ya no name, but I knows tha place. It's in tha Recylin' Sector." The muscle behind the man loosened as their leader had given up the information and it was clear he wasn't going to commandeer the speeder the pair of Jedi had arrived in.

Tross made a face of annoyance, as the Darkside Sector wasn't one he wanted to go to, especially with Vilado. However, he wasn't about to leave the boy just so he could go do a mission he had signed up for. It would be a good lesson for him nonetheless. That is, if no harm came to any of them.

"You and I both know you can give me a name." Tross' right hand tensed into a fist as he said this.

"I can give ya tha name," the man repeated mindlessly. "Drethos Mirko has somethin' ta do wi' it. I don' know nothin' else!" His final statement held more emotion and more of himself within it, and Tross took it for true.

"Thank you. The Order appreciates your cooperation. We shall be on our way then." Tross turned quickly on the balls of his feet and nodded to the Miraluka and Kath Hound to enter the speeder. A twist of Tross' arm started the vehicle and the Vultan jumped in. Without missing a beat, they were up in the air, turned around, and sped off over and down into the depths of the planet-city, leaving the group of thugs standing dumbstruck.

Dropping tens of feet a second, they practically free-fell almost a kilometer below the upper levels of the city. The ground of the planet was still far below, but this part of the city was far darker which made its name quite fitting. Leveling out somewhat roughly, Tross was obviously not in all that good a mood anymore and kept silent for the short trip to the Recycling Sector, which was practically just below where they were previously.

Finding an empty pad, Tross landed the craft and jumped out, once again making sure his robes fell right and were comfortable. A Trandoshan ran towards the pair and Tross rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner. Even as the reptile ran towards them, Tross moved out to the bridge that connected the pad to the rest of the sector. Without turning his head, he called out to Vilado and Turbo. "Trubo, stay with the speeder. We don't want anyone stealing it. I don't feel like taking a shuttle back." There was almost humor in his voice, but the Vultan stayed focused on his new target.

"You need to pay fo..."

"I can keep my speeder here free of charge." Tross' right hand waved in front of the lizard as he passed the now confused keeper. The Knight's head turned to look behind him as he walked and motioned for the Miraluka to follow him as he kept walking at a brisk pace.

After a few steps, the Trandoshan ran after the Jedi. "You can't jusst land your sspeeder here for free!" He was a little hesitant, but regardless it made the Jedi stop and turn to face the lizard. "We are here on an investigative mission for the Jedi Order. I promise; we won't be long." There was almost a sigh that followed, one of weariness from being held up. Although, he remembered that their gathering of information previously had been accomplished rather easily, so his mood relaxed a bit.

"Another tenant is scheduled to land here. I'm going to have to assk you to move." The lizard was almost becoming desperate. Practically pleading with the Jedi to just move.

"There aren't any other places to land. I promise you, we won't be long." With that, Tross turned and left the Trandoshan to worry about his own problems. The Jedi's hand motioned for Vilado to follow once again as he made his way down the path.

Once out of earshot and well upon the platform of the sector, Tross pulled the Miraluka aside. "I assume you already have some connection with Turbo. I'm going to have you be aware of him the whole time we're here. You should be able to sense if anything is about to, or does happen to him." While he wasn't going to say that Turbo might die or be seriously hurt, the possibility was always there in this part of the city. He didn't want the boy to loose his long-time friend.

After some time, as Tross waited for the young Jedi to form and strengthen the connection between the two, he asked, "Are you ready?"

 

[Vilado]

Vilado smiled and grew excited at the thought of piloting his Master back to the Temple. He was glad that he would be able to not only train as a Jedi under the skilled Tross but also as a pilot.

Vilado's smile faded quickly as the stench of the section hit his nostrils. The young Miraluka contorted his face and attempted to hold his breath. His Master saw this and asked the Padawan if he knew of breath control. A useful power, it allowed Jedi to filter harmful contaminants from his system.

To learn the power the Jedi asked Vilado to focus his sight onto the air itself. Although never attempted before he would give it a shot. Drawing the Force into himself the Miraluka concentrated and attempted to zoom in to the breaths he took in. He did. Vilado gasped at the miniature world of microorganisms in every breath. He called on the Force to filter out the bad but it was difficult, so much at all times. He decided to simply will the Bad away from his air. It was difficult but he was doing it.

Visibly strained, the Padawan was having to channel breath control and Force Sight at the same time. While channeling sight was generally unnoticeable the powers combined taxed the trainee's endurance.

While Vilado was overcoming his inner struggle he sensed a gang of thugs approach. Being the naturally confident Jedi he was Tross greeted them and began an interrogation. Turbo almost started trouble by growling but before Vilado could react his Master already had. He saw the waves of compassion and explanation in the Force. As they reached the yellow bellied hound Turbo sat back down and his relief was visible in the Force.

The dog was a coward but when backed unto a corner he could be fierce. What the mutt lacked in courage though, he made up in intelligence. The duo had trained in countless commands and Turbo had a nose so accurate you could swear he was a Force sensitive. He was a valuable asset but a terrible guard dog.

His Master engaged in dialogue with the gang and before he knew it they had a location AND a name."You are good Master." The compliment was full of admiration. He only hoped that one day he could be as great as his Master. The trio returned to the speeder and Vilado made sure he was strapped im this time.

The ride was just as fast and fun as before and Vilado knew he would enjoy flights with his Master always. The dangerously exciting trip ended as they descended upon a badly lit landing pad. They disembarked and his Master went to speak with the dock master, who appeared to be a Trandoshan. As the Miralukan teen unbuckled his hound he felt the Force being used on the anxious reptile. Vilado strode up to the two and heard the lizard pleading for their departure. His Master was having none of it and the being backed down. It returned to it's post leaving the Jedi alone.

Vilado understood the need for Turbo to stay behind. He might get in the way and the lazy mutt would of preferred it anyway. Vilado was worried though. Turbo was no warrior, he was all bark and no bite. How would the dog fare without his Master? Of course they had been apart from each other. One could not sit in a Jedi classroom with a Kath Hound breathing down their neck but
they had always been together in situations such as this.

He was reminded of a day back on Nar Shaddaa. Turbo had been only months old. The puppy would scamper around the disgusting apartment he and his caretaker, Gandon, called home. He would always get stuck in the trash bin and run around like crazy beast trying to remove it. The hulking Miraluka always found him and removed it, calming the crying pup and scratching his head. Now the defenseless hound was to be by himself, in some Force forsaken sector to be killed by who knows what. Vilado couldn't think that way, he would see Turbo again.

Vilado was surprised when asked to monitor his dog through the Force. He could do that? He had always felt a bond with Turbo. He felt his pain, his emotions. Could that same connection be reversed? Could the hound be watched from miles away? They had never been miles away eachother. Maybe....

"Master I'd like to take a moment to say goodbye to Turbo. He's a huge worry wart." Vilado said the joke poorly as he could not force himself to inject fake humor into it.

Vilado walked over to the beast who was panting heavily. He sat on his hind quarters and licked Vilado's face as he kneeled next to him. Vilado felt the beasts Force signature, almost as familiar to him as his own, and reached along the connection from himself to the dog. He felt his consciousness, his mind. He had listened to his thoughts before but that was eavesdropping and the dog probably had never noticed. Now it was different, Vilado took the plunge and leapt into his mind. His thoughts became alarmed as he felt the intrusion but he quickly realized it was Vilado and grew happy.

The mind of a kath hound was strange indeed. Anything and everything grabbed his attention, thoughts entered and exited quickly. Vilado immersed himself into the Dog's being. The two fused mentally and the emotional connection they shared only augmented the joining.

"Turbo,listen." The words were in his head and went directly to the dog's. The mind went quiet, expecting a command."I need you to watch the speeder. Me and Master Tross are going to investigate." With every word Vilado generated a picture, if the dog didn't know the word he would understand what he meant.

"Yes. Guard. Sleep and guard? No. Guard! Call Master if intruders!" Vilado couldn't help but smile at the Dog's attempt at basic. Or maybe Vilado's mind was translating the basic, either way it was adorable.

"I'll be back soon! No sleeping! If you don't I'll give you a belly rub when I get back."

"Belly rub!? Go now! Faster go, faster come back, faster belly rub!!"

Vilado chuckled and left the hounds mind but the connection they had forged from the mental closeness they just shared was permanent. As he strode away from the hound the beast leapt up onto the speeder and laid down. He did play the part well, anyone would think he was a guard dog.

He could follow the connection back to Turbo's mind as his master had requested. The two were bonded mentally now, he could call him whenever he wished and vice versa.

"I think I have done it Master. I can feel his thoughts and his mind. It is amazing, we are connected." Vilado would have to explore the power he just gained at a later time, but the possibilities were endless. "I am ready, Master." He truly was, he had his best friend with him wherever and whenever. What else could one ask for?

 

[Master Maverick]

"Good!" Tross replied with a touch of humor and smirk at the excited Miraluka boy. To his declaration of readiness, the Vultan simply nodded, returning back into his previously serious mood.

"Keep close and don't wander off. This isn't one of the nicer sectors of Coruscant. Let me do the talking." Pulling his cloak tight to himself, covering most of his body, he waited for the confirmation from his Apprentice before moving farther into the sector.

It wasn't quite as busy as it could have been, but they did pass a number of shaggy looking folks. They simply stared at the pair that clearly didn't belong there. Tross assumed that, normally, they might have asked for credits, but they clearly knew that Jedi did not really have such things. Even so, they looked on with reservation, curiosity and fear. While the Knight didn't know the reason for this, it would soon become clear.

They did not belong here.

Getting to the main area of the sector revealed an open area. Vendors around the sides, some cantinas and shops where patrons and customers walked to and from. The new arrivals went largely unnoticed. Except by a human who had poked his head out of a small door behind where they now were. Walking swiftly over to the pair from behind, Tross remained stationary and an open palm which extended out from the Vultan's side indicated that the boy was to remain still. The man whispered to the Jedi, "Follow me. It's not safe out here." Turning around, Tross did not look directly at the man he now followed and trusting that Vilado would follow directions. Quickly they entered a small room, cluttered with various boxes and containers, papers and datachips strewn all over the floor. There was no bed or any other furniture to indicate that the man lived here, but the door they had just entered appeared to be the only one in and out of the room.

Only once the man turned around did Tross look at him. He was deshevled; his clothes old and worn. Even torn in some places. He was graying and had a slight hunch making him a few more inches even shorter than he already was, standing at 5 and a half feet in his current condition. He looked at the towering Jedi, clearly nervous for he looked around a few times before doing so. "You got here quick, Jedi," he commented incredulously, his eyes flitting from Vultan to Miraluka a few times before remaining on the pale being with intricate bony weaves of cartilage which covered his head and made the man a bit taller than he really was. "Mirko already got message that some Jedi were going to meddle down here. He has goons scowering the sector for you two. You'd been keep your heads down if you want to make it back to your fancy Temple." The elder held no love the Jedi, that much was clear. However, he was helping the pair out. That was enough for Tross to place some trust in the man.

"I appreciate the warning, sir. My name is Tross Wilum and this is my Apprentice, Vilado Lobri." He motioned to each as he introduced the two of them. "Is there anything you can tell me about what's going on here?" The quickened pace of his speech made it clear he understood the time limit this meeting held.

Without missing a beat, the old man replied, "Mirko rules this sector. The Refugees can't to anywhere and it's only a matter of time before they're forced to work as slaves. I don't know what he's building or planning, but it's not for the good of anyone but himself. I'm surprised the Jedi didn't know about it sooner, because Force forbid planet security do anything about it." Tross took note of his curse with the use of the Force. The fact that he knew about it made him all the more interesting and possibly important to their mission. "Oh, and that pad you landed on. It's his Captain's spot. He was supposed to land five minutes ago. I think you might want to make sure your speeder's still there." Once more, the Knight took note that the man knew where they had landed and that he knew the timings, and possibly inner workings, of the gang.

Bowing quickly, he thanked the man before quickly spinning on his toes and walking out of the room at a quickened pace. Going back whence they had come, it took the better part of two minutes to return to their landing site. They had arrived just in time. Even before turning the corner, barking, no doubt from the Hound, could be heard. Hearing this, Tross entered into a slow jog to make it by the corner and look out at the scene.

Five heavily armed individuals, all Trandoshans, had their sights aimed on the Kath Hound as he barked in protest to their presence. With the lizards distracted, Tross broke out into a Force enhanced run, crossing the bridge in mere seconds. When he was too close to go unnoticed any longer, he stopped and released a directed push at the three closest to him, pushing them almost on their faces. The Knight's right hand snapped forward to rip the gun from the surprised forth Trandoshan and directed the barrel at the remaining, who's gun was still sighted on the canine. "Lower your weapon, in the name of the Jedi Order!" The Knight commanded in a deeper, much more serious voice. His finger was toying with the trigger as he aimed for the dominant left arm of that particular individual.

When the others recovered, the three that had been pushed down saw their guns facing the hostile Jedi, yet did not shoot. It was clear Tross had corrected identified the Captain, luckily for him. "All of you, or he dies!" Tross yelled at them, obviously thinking them more dimwitted than the one he had his aim on.

The Captain stayed motionless for a few moments, obviously not used to taking orders from strangers. However, he was not without some sense and, eventually, lowered his weapon, raising it so the barrel pointed up into the air. "Put it on the ground and come on this side of the Speeder!" Tross' words came out fast, yet controlled. He showed no fear, as he kept the rifle he had commandeered focused on the rather bulky reptile as he did as he was bidden, albeit slowly. With this, the remaining individuals lowered their weapons as well. "Kick them away from you and back up!" His eyes flitted to each of them as they did so, yet his sights remained on the Captain, as it were.

"And who do I owe the pleasure of being arrested by?" The harsh voice of the Captian sounded out, finally, as he came into full view. The lizard eyed the long hilt on the Jedi's hip, and asked yet another in quick succession, not allowing for an answer to the first. However, Tross had regarded it as rhetorical and wasn't about to answer it regardless. "Why is it that you don't use your fancy light-sword, Jeedai?" He was obviously not happy with the situation, but didn't allow for it to affect his confidence and, thus, his leadership of those with him.

"Obviously it wasn't necessary for me to bring it out." His retort was meant to be mocking, and the Captain reacted with a displeased hiss in response. However, he did not deny that to be the case.

Holding the rifle in one hand, he allowed his left to pull the un-manned blasters to his feet, so they would not be so easily attained. Even the one on the other side of the speeder was slid across the metal ground. He kicked this particular one up and grabbed it with his left hand. It was heavily modified, and thus was held lower than the one in his right due to the increased weight. Now, though, he had two focused on the five reptiles with Vilado at his side. While he was sure the boy had no real experience fighting deadly weapons and real opponents, the fact that he was there might be enough to dissuade any attempts at escape or attack.

"Tell me what Mirko is doing with the stolen parts." Tross' voice clearly indicated that he was not in the mood to be trifled with or to have an elongated conversation with the scum.

For several moments the Trandoshan was silent, not giving up the information so easily. With a twitch, the blaster in his right hand shot out right before the feet of the leading gang member. While the other four flinched, the Captain only smirked, showing something that might indicate he was impressed with the Jedi's tactics. Even so, he replied, "If I told you, then I would be killed. So it doesn't matter what you do to me."

The Knight stared at the lizard for several long seconds, determining the validity of his assertion. Tossing the heavy rifle in his left hand to Vilado, Tross tucked the other under his left arm as he pushed a few buttons on his wrist device. "A security shuttle is required at Pad R56924C. I have five Trandoshans who were found with illegally modified blaster rifles along with lethal weapons paraphernalia. They are to be taken to the Jedi Temple for further questioning." A confirmation was relayed as a collective disgruntled sigh rang out from the reptiles. A normal jail would have been easy enough to get out of. The Temple, however - there was no way they were getting out until they were let out.

Stepping over the rifles at his feet, Tross walked a few paces before knelling down on the ground and placing the rifle before him. Lowering his head and closing his eyes, he proceeded to meditate. It would soon be clear that they would wait until authorities arrived and took care of the group. While the Knight didn't not trust the Hound, he didn't want to risk his safety once more when it wasn't entirely necessary.

Several minutes passed as they all waited for the security forces to arrive. However, one of the suspects wasn't as patient as the rest. Foolishly thinking the Jedi was not aware of his surroundings, he stepped forward silently before entering into a full on run. Without even opening his eyes or raising his head, Tross grabbed the rifle and shot the reptile in the right shoulder. He fell hard, holding his wound and yelling in pain. The others simply groaned at his stupidity. However, the display effectively kept the others in line. Even the Captain. However, he didn't carry the worry that he should have. At least in Tross' opinion. He wouldn't worry about it though. If he did manage to escape, then he would simply take care of him later.

Finally they arrived, upon which Tross awoke quickly and told the three officers of the situation and oversaw the transfer of suspects. Taking aside the senior of the three, he told the human that they would most likely attempt an escape and to not underestimate them, suggesting requesting an escort or two. The human thanked the Jedi, but it was almost obvious that he wasn't going to implement the ideas. At least to Tross - he knew when others simply agreed physically but ignored mentally.

Turning to the young Jedi and asked, "Are you sure you're ready. There is bound to only be more of that the farther we go." His head dipped in expectation that the boy should understand that and make sure that, mentally, he would be ready for the challenge. Tross wasn't sure of his skills, talents or experience, but knew that this was getting a bit more serious than he had hoped for. Regardless, it was still going to be good experience for the both of them. If Vilado proved to be unable to help all that much, it would simply give Tross the chance to exercise his skills in protection.

 

[Vilado]

Vilado beamed as the compliment fell on his ears. He followed his master closely, this was indeed a seedy part of town. As they walked many people leered as them, he was sure if they had not been Jedi that they would of been attacked. Vilado had a 360 view of the path they walked, the residents of this place were cautious. As they should be, one did not survive long on the streets being stupid.

The pair were called into a shack by a trustworthy bystander. Vilado was wary but his Master's lead comforted the teen. He explained much. The oppression of the refugees struck a chord within the Padawan. How could darkness such as this thrive so close to the Jedi temple. It made no sense.

A remark from the informant caused the Jedi to return to their speeder to ensure it's safety. Vilado tried to make mental contact with Turbo as they approached the landing pad but all he heard was "intruders!!" Before Vilado could inform his master Tross sprang into action.

His combat skills were amazing. Before Vilado could bring his saber to bare the Knight had disarmed all of the criminals, without his lightsaber. Vilado was awestruck, the Captain attempted to mock his Master but Tross dismissed it and summoned a security transport.

As they waited Turbo ran to Vilado. They embraced physically and mentally and Vilado had to calm the startled dog.

"Many intruders, Turbo bark! Turbo good? Belly rub?!"

Vilado turned the great beast on his back and scratched his chest and stomach furiously. He greatly enjoyed his reward and was sad once it ended. Vilado had been distracted a a thug had been shot in the shoulder. The Miraluka chastised himself, he should be more aware of his surroundings!

The shuttle arrived and the thugs were taken away. Vilado almost wanted to send Turbo with him , but connected mentally they were safer than apart.

"I am ready Master. Jedi face danger, we face it so others don't have to. I wonder if perhaps with our investigation the Force wishes us to help these poor sentients."

Vilado held the belief that there were no coincidences nor luck. Only the Force, it guided the universe in ways no being could comprehend. He stroked the Kath hound's head steadying himself for the coming journey .

 

[Master Maverick]

A terse nod indicated that he heard the young blind one before turning to the hound. "Good job, boy. Do that again if anyone else comes along. Don't get yourself hurt, though." He had an expectant look on his face indicating that he didn't want the Kath to do anything foolish. A quick look at Vilado would tell him to let his pet know more fully what he had said.

Allowing him a few moments to bid farewell to Turbo, he stood and watched as the transport left with the prisoners aboard. He cursed them mentally for being so stubborn and not taking his advice, but ignored it. It wasn't his concern anymore. At least not for now.

Turning back to the boy, he said, "Let's go," with a sense of purpose and urgency. He didn't really want to be down here longer than he had to and this was already proving to be far more dangerous than he had hoped for. Palming the hilt of his blade upon his hip, he made sure it was still there. He then spun and began his way, once again, down the narrow bridge and onto the main platform of the sector.

This time, their entrance was not greeted by the defeated faces of poor inhabitants of the sector. They had long since left, not wanting to be anywhere near the Jedi. Even for all the good faith the people of the Alliance felt for the Order, there were still those who held less than positive feelings for the pacifist monks. They, however, were largely misinformed. As well, even though the Order was far more active now than they had ever been, especially in the Old Republic, there were still those that would never see one of their protectors.

Tross knew this well, which is why he was hardly ever at a Temple. He didn't want to be one of those Jedi that simply trained and bettered themselves for no reason other than vain pride. He wanted to do something with himself. Always. As a Jedi should be. Some were not as well-read in the Ways of the Jedi. Tross' former exile had taught him quite a bit, and he would not go back on the promises he had made.

Passing the secret room they had spoken with the informant in, he had now disappeared. The room was empty, and everyone else seemed to ignore it. Those out in the square eyed the pair of newcomers with hard gazes. However, they would never look more than a few seconds at the pair. Tross looked right back at them, watching their movements with swift eyes as he tried to determine what to do, and who to follow.

However, rather than taking the lead, once again, he decided to let the young Jedi decide the next course of action. Or, at least see what he would come up with. "What do you see?" The question held much more than the words spoken, but he wouldn't get him any hint of the various meanings that it held. He wanted to see how the boy would handle the situation.

 

[Vilado]

The question threw the padawan off. He had never been looked to for guidance, especially by a Jedi Knight! He drew the Force in and magnified his vision. His sphere of vision free from a few feet to a few yards. He read the inhabitants yet he could only see his Master's aura. Light, with a hollow hint of darkness. Almost like a scar. The citizens possessed no aura but he could see that they were tense and unwelcoming.

"I see people afraid of an unseen force. They fear to associate with us, they fear punishment. I think we should find this unseen force. It may be the cause of the robbery."

Vilado hoped his answer was a decent one. He did not want to disappoint his Master, but he also did not want to seem stupid. He hated being written off as a fool but sometimes he could not grasp things. He once was told a theory on holes in the Force, he could not comprehend something not touched. It did not exist, it wad impossible! His denial of this caused him to be targeted as a idiot but if they saw how he did they would understand.

 

[Master Maverick]

The answer was intuitive, sure enough. However, it was not necessarily what the Vultan had been asking for.

"True enough, Vilado. Where would you begin looking, then. What is it you see before you?" The answer was posed again, but this time Tross decided to help the young Jedi along a touch. His perceptions and abilities with sight were unknown to the elder of the two, but he hoped Vilado would be able to 'see' well enough to be able to determine the next course of action.

Tross' eyes flicked to each place as he described them, his head moving only slightly as to not give away plainly his point of interest. "Across the square is a cantina. Two Twi'lek girls are enticing patrons to enter and they are more successful than not. However, they have eyed us and the flash of fear on their faces tells me they know who we are and why they're here. Also, they're lack of eye contact with us since then has been minimal, yet they have been making sure to keep track of our location.

"To your left, there is a shop keeper. A seller of droids. He has been watching us with eyes full of malice as well as fear. However, he does not fear making his discontent known to us. He spoke with a pair of Rodians that looked upon us with shifty eyes as well. However, they went on their way and are now simply walking around the square. They are armed, that much is clear, and I do not believe they will be leaving our company any time soon. Also, it is clear to me that they are well trained as they have not looked at us but twice more, and only in passing.

"A group of two humans and a Devaronian to our right at the edge of the square. They have made their interest in us clear and keep looking our way with wary glances. They too are armed, but they do not seem as hostile as the pair of Rodians.

"There is a cloaked female that has made her interest in us known. She stands near the cantina in the shadows waiting to watch what we do next." There was a pause as he then looked at the young Miralukan and asked, "What is your next move?" His wording was intentional and this was indeed a test. Of course no answer would be incorrect. However, the order they went in would have consequences for the others.

 

[Vilado]

Vilado had failed to notice all the things his master had. He cursed himself for appearing so idiotic, but he shoved that away for later. All of the beings were wary because they knew they were Jedi. At first Vilado contemplated changing into disguises but that would cost valuable time. Instead he wondered what he wanted to do, as a Jedi.

"Master, the human group seem content to leave us, so long as we leave them. They don't seem connected to the other groups. Meanwhile any movment on any of the other groups would draw attention to us. The woman intrigues me and I feel we must make it our goal to talk to her. I suggest we feign ignorance and approach the non hostile thugs. The rest will assume we came for them and might dismiss us."

Vilado spoke quietly with his hands in his robes. He could see his master without looking at him so he just stared at the ground.

"We can assure them that we are not here to arrest them and interrogate them. I feel that they will know much more of the surrounding then we do and their information will prove invaluable."

Vilado knew the plan was risky. The group could be just as hostile as the rodians but Vilado had a strong feeling they were not. He hoped they would cooperate and Vilado would hate bargaining with criminals. Though the sacrifice might be a big payoff.

 

[Master Maverick]

"You can speak with the group. I want to talk with the shop keeper." With no other explanation, and no time for arguments, Tross twisted his feet and turned in the direction of the small shop where a Duros stood selling his wares. The Knight had felt the twinge of emotion that rushed through the young Jedi, but allowed him to take care of it himself. At least for now. The act of throwing him into something such as talking with strangers was to see how he fared on his own. He needed to be taught independence just as much as cooperation. This would be one of these times. As well, it would cut the time spent talking with individuals and allow them to move on faster.

He also wanted to see if the man had anything of value that might be useful for his own band of droids.

Walking over, completely ignoring the woman who's eyes glared at him as he moved for a few moments before returning to the ground before her, he greeted the sentient and asked to see his wares.

"How are you today, good sir. I was wondering if you had any upgrades for a T9 unit."

The male Duros was caught slightly unawares by the friendly Jedi. He almost stuttered before finally replying in his alien language, "Yes, I have some intelligence programs and sensor upgrades."

"May I?" The Vultan looked expectedly at the Duros as he paused for a moment, looking somewhat bewildered, before turning and making his way into the back. A few moments were spent looking around the shop as the keeper retrieved the items. Upon his return, Tross sifted through the items.

Feigning interest, he picked up two and said, "I'd like these two, please." He then started fiddling with the hardware on his wrist as the Duros rung him up. Holding out his wrist, he allowed the Duros to make the necessary transaction from his account. He then pocketed the merchandise, but didn't move to leave.

"You know why I am here. I was wondering if you knew anything about Drethos Mirko; how I might get into contact with him?" The look of shock upon the beings face was intense as the creature choked up, unable to speak for a few moments.

"I know you know who I'm talking about. I'm here to end his reign. Please, all I ask is for your help."

"You're wrong. I know nothing." Even in his alien language, it was clear he was less than pleased with the situation. An unimpressed look was the reply to the frantic lie and Tross waited without moving. In a whispering voice, he confessed, "If I tell you, they'll kill me."

"All I need to know is where to find him or who to talk to." Tross replied in a hushed tone and leaned in so their conversation would feel more private.

"In the docking sector, just west of here, there are freighters that have been coming in more frequently lately. That's all I can tell you." Tross nodded, thanked him for his time and services, and left.

Standing outside the shop, he looked over to where Vilado would be, standing as a child amid men and trying to question those who might normally disregard children. He'd be ready to step in if needed, but started to only walk over at a steady pace to his Apprentice.

 

[Vilado]

The Jedi caught him off guard. He was to question the thugs, alone. He frowned but mastered the fear that rose. His Master walked away briskly, heading for the shop keeper. He would not back down nor would he let his fear get the better of him.

He approached the trio happily, yet slowly. As he neared, one of them began to walk towards him. A short human who was awfully thin. The remaining two only looked towards him, willing to let their friend do the talking.

"Hello, I am Jedi Vilado Lobri. My master and I were investigating a nearby theft and would like to know if any of you knew of a Drethos Mirko?" The name caused the group to flash fear in the Force. Vilado was not trained to sense emotions unless concentrating yet the amount of fear made it easy to see.

"Get outta here kid before you get yourself hurt!"

"Surely you know something. He has you all scared half to death! If you help us we will make sure he can't hurt you."

"The Jedi hold no power here. There is a storm brewing and you can't stop it!"

"Wait." The other human, a burly man, spoke up. "Drethos Mirko is-" The man fell forward before he could finish, dead from a blaster shot. Vilado instinctively jumped back and ignited his long blue blade. The sound caused the inhabitants to panic but Vilado had done the right thing as a bolt rebounded off his blade.

The remaining group members fired back on the rodians, but they were outmatched. The devronian took a bolt to his head but the remaining human had at least enough sense to take cover.

Vilado had never experienced real combat. His saber was held parallel to his body and he was concentrating heavily to enhance his Force sight. The bolts seemed to move in slow motion allowing the Miraluka to bat them away. He stood in front of the human's shelter providing an additional layer of cover.

The pair of rodians had also taken cover but he could not spare the time to search for his master. He sensed he was close, and growing nearer, but Vilado had to act now.

Drawing power to his legs he called the Force to him to make him a blur. The second he batted away the last volley of bolts he took off. Faster than most could see he ran counterclockwise around the square to hit them from behind. As he neared their position he had failed to see a large box in his way. He tripped and was sent head over heels onto the pair. Deactivating his blade before he collided the trio tumbled from behind cover out into the open. Vilado stood quickly and activated his saber and held it's end towards the downed rodian's faces.

"You are under arrest." Vilado had to steel his voice to prevent it from shaking. He had taken down two armed thugs and defended a besieged man. He did not let the feats cloud his judgment, he instead focused more clearly. He held his position waiting for the arrival of his master.

 

[Master Maverick]

The chaos that erupted was closely watched by Tross. His gait sped up to a run as he went to aid his Apprentice in what would technically be a failure. His face turned to where the woman was, but she was no longer there, having disappeared into the shadows of the vast city.

A rush of air blew his cloak before him as Vilado displayed an impressive knowledge of Force speed, surprising the thugs and himself as he fell upon them and held his saber to pacify the Rodians. All around, civilians watched on in shock and surprise while others left. He noted those in particular, but would deal with them later. The Rodians were far from harmless in their position, and he didn't want unneeded harm to come to his would-be Apprentice.

Tross' right hand extended from his side as he pulled their visible blasters from their holsters a few feet, so they couldn't do anything too quickly. "Let them up." He deliberately didn't say Vilado's name. This was common sense; it wouldn't do well to have those who wish you dead to know your name.

Within a few moments of calling out to Vilado, Tross was there, looking down upon them. His eyes scanned them quickly before he reached down to one and disarmed him fully. He was carrying a concealed pistol, two vibro knives and two thermal detonators. Throwing them in the general direction of the first two pistols, he moved on to the second and pulled them up against a light post. "It's alright. You can come out now!" He called to the man hidden behind a wall, hoping he'd be willing to talk to them now that they had just saved their lives.

However, his eyes stayed fixed on the downed pair as he tried to read them for any information they'd give physically. However, he was not particularly well-versed in Rodian facial expressions. "We already know where to find him, so you're not really all that necessary." This was an empty threat, but to the captive pair it might seem legitimate. "I won't kill you though. I would just suggest to get out of this sector, because if I find you again, you'll be held by the highest level security I can negotiate. And I'm quite good at getting what I want." Now this threat was completely true and he wasn't playing around.

Getting out of their faces, he waited for them to run off, unarmed, and deeper into the sector. He didn't really care where they went. For now at least.

"Get their weapons," he called back to Vilado. They would arm themselves with the weapons just as extra precaution. As well, it might be more intimidating to see Jedi with more modern weapons as well as their sabers. It was all a bet, but it was better to be safe, of course.

Tross turned and went over to the pile and fixed the pistols on his belt, securing a knife there as well, putting the other in his right boot. The detonators hung opposite his hilt and he rose when he was finished. Looking over where the group had been, a hesitant human stepped out cautiously, looking at his dead comrades. Pushing the comm button on the device on his wrist, he called for a medic shuttle to get the bodies out of here. For the mean time, though, Tross would question the remaining human.

"Is there anything you can tell us about Dretho Mirko?" His tone was hard and it was clear he was done playing around.

"No. I've gotta get outta here! Leave me alone!" His voice was frantic as he pushed passed the Knight and went into a side corridor and out of sight. Tross made no move to follow, and instead looked at Vilado at last.

"The shop keep told me they were shipping in a lot of freight west of here. I'll head that way and see what I can figure out. I want you to find the woman. She ran off to the north. Meet me back here in an hour." After seeing the boy's ability, he was a bit more comfortable in allowing him to do something on his own. Again he didn't wait for a response and simply turned to leave for the docking sector. He'd keep a light link with the boy to make sure he didn't die or anything. Otherwise, he was largely on his own. Tross trusted him to at least not get in serious harm.

 

[Vilado]

Vilado had trouble calming himself as his Master ripped the weapons from the owner's hands. He had finally used his training in the field. It was an exciting experience but he hardened himself and focused on the present. His master had come to deal with the thugs and he even attempted to question a lone human to no avail. The Miraluka concentrated on his Jedi teacher and tried to learn at every opportunity.

Vilado managed to holster the lone concealed pistol and one off the dead thugs. It was a grotesque experience. To pick off the dead was an atrocity and the fleeing life force made them barley visible, which caused for much fumbling.

He nodded as his Master left and he looked to the north. He knew the woman,he just hoped he could find her. He let the Force flow and narrowed his sight. He ran at top speed, leaping over trash bins and many other obstacles. The Force let him see objects as if magnified and he felt as fluid as water itself.

After running a few feet he noticed a strange impression in the Force and focused on it. The woman was on a rooftop above the narrow alley he stood in. She was waiting for him to run past but now started to back away as he stood still.

Without looking the Force infused teen leapt up to a nearby fire escape. He scaled the wall utilizing his acrobatic Jedi training to leap from wall to wall. He felt alive, he wasn't the clumsy fool he had been. With the Force as his ally he was a Jedi.

The woman had already gotten to the other side of the roof as Vilado flipped up. She looked back and then quickly dove off, tumbling onto the next roof. The Jedi Apprentice followed suit and leapt after her, although he didn't pull it off as graceful.

The chase continued as he leapt and rolled and ran. She was fast and the naive alien was having trouble comprehending it. She was outrunning a Jedi!Approaching his limit he heaved greatly as she finally stopped. Vilado shouted to her as he attempted to calm his body and mind.

"Excuse me! If I could have a word!"

The words fell on deaf ears and she nodded to the left and flipped backwards. Landing on top of a crate she crept towards a large warehouse where she entered the building and became lost to his sight.

Vilado looked left and gasped. She had lead him to a freight yard. He had no doubt it was the very one his Master was approaching. He jogged to the edge and looked over. He drew what power he could to his Sight to enhance what he saw.

The view was surprising indeed. A lone alley had countless thugs on the other side. Behind the front line stood at least a dozen well armed people. It was the only entrance other than the main gate, which was closed. Multiple ships sat docked and a large cube of a warehouse sat on the side of the guarded alley. The other side was boxed in by a debating apartment complex. The main gate hooked off after that and circled to the building Vilado stood on. Inside the docking bay were multiple boxes marked un multiple languages. Armed men patrolled between the rows of boxes and up onto the the three docking pads where only one ship sat, awaiting refueling and departure. The trap was for Tross, he knew it. He had to help somehow!

He pulled out his pistol and took aim. A couple tanks of fuel stood alone on a dock next to an unloaded ship. Seeing into the vessel he knew it was without inhabitants. He zoomed his sight in and shot off a volley. Most of the bolts missed as they were shot by an incompetent shooter but one hit home and the explosion rocked the Miraluka.

The thugs turned and ran towards the fire. Only a handful remained behind and they were distracted at best. He let the concentration go and breathed deeply. He needed to recover so he could help when Tross arrived.

He sat back and began to meditate. He knew it was risky but there were no ways to reach the roof on the side and he could watch the only entrance to the roof. Besides they didn't even know he was there, but they might soon. Realizing he was already meditating he let himself go and monitored his senses for the Jedi Knight's arrival.

 

[Master Maverick]

The continued gazes from the inhabitants of the sector rolled off the Knight's back. He largely just ignored them and kept on his way, walking with a purpose with his eyes darting back and forth in an attempt to pick up anything of note as he passed by. The sector was dirty, but that wasn't surprising. This far down near the surface, where security was lax at best; criminals and scum were easy to come by and there would be those that held a considerable amount of power. Tross didn't know exactly how high up on the food chain this Dretho was, but he was obviously smart enough to get a decent amount of organization set up so far. However, the pair of Jedi would only soon find out just how organized and powerful he was.

His right hand carried a rifle, faced down and swinging at his side. Those he passed eyed it cautiously, but Tross made no movement to intimidate them or anything of the sort. His left hand rested on his lightsaber, though his cloak obscured the object. It would be a simply flick of the hand in order to grab it, though. Either way, his skills with a gun were not horrible, so he'd be able to buy himself enough time to get it either way.

As he turned a corner, a large explosion sounded that rocked the platform. Civilians screamed and ran away from the bomb while Tross stood flat against a wall, throwing out his senses to determine if anyone was near. When it was discovered that no one of ill-intent was close by, he rounded the corner and, with quick steps, made his way towards whatever the commotion was.

Keeping mostly out of sight, he saw flames licking the air on the other side of a platform. His eyes scanned the scene quickly; he saw the distracted guards-for-hire, the freighters docked there and the important looking door on the other end. While everything in his being told him to shoot the men down, he had to consciously remind himself of the Ways of the Jedi. The distraction was a good idea, and whomever performed the task had good intent, but Tross wasn't going to utilize it like one might initially intend.

Running (without the Force for aid) he approached the rough looking aliens (humans and Twi'lek's (etc.) alike). "What happened here!?" He called out to the men as he entered earshot and eyed him, readying their weapons as they saw the impressive looking rifle in the Vultan's hand. "None of your business. This is private property. You need to leave!" The human was shaken, that much was clear, but he was performing his duty well enough for the moment.

"I just want to help. I'm a Jedi. Is anyone hurt?" Tross was genuinely concerned, but he was more interested to see how they would react to the revelation of who he was. It wasn't beyond belief that they might already know of a few Jedi that were causing trouble in the sector. Either way, Tross didn't really want to fight. He'd already had enough for the day, but they had only just begun.

A moment after revealing himself, their rifle's rose to bear down on the Knight. Tross rose his own in response, aiming at the one he'd talked to. "You're the one who's been causing problems for us, haven't you? I'll give you this one chance to leave with your life!" He almost believed his own threat.

Almost.

"If you really think you can take me down, by all means..." he urged the human.

He was clearly confused. "We... we outnumber you!" By this point, a few of the ones that were battling the blaze ran over to check out what was going on. Their rifles and pistols soon raised at the Jedi.

With six barrels pointing at him, Tross replied, "Hardly..." His eyebrow raised in defiance of their threats. His hand now rested on the cool metal of his lightsaber. However, within his hand he gathered the Force, ready to retaliate with an invisible attack first.

As the thugs looked around, trying to find out where these hidden troops were, Tross saw his chance. Pulling back his right hand, he let loose a powerful and focused wave through the Force. All before him fell and his blaster rang out, severely wounding three and scorching two others. By that point, the remaining security guards looked back at the situation and started to fire on the assailant. The Vultan returned fire as he moved behind some boxes for cover. By the time he reached them, he had taken down two of the guards. A few more well timed shots took out two more before the ones he had pushed previously recovered and successfully pinned him down. The Knight was good enough to keep them from completely flanking him in order to take him down, but he wasn't getting out of the situation any time soon.

He let off a few shots without looking, hoping to make a delay in their shots, but there were just too many of them and they were well-enough trained to keep firing in order to keep him down. If any were daring enough to try and round the corner, Tross would let off several bolts to deter them, but the crates he hid behind were taking hard damage and they'd give soon. Concentrating as hard as he could, he focused on one of the crates that were directly protecting him. With immense effort, he thrust it at a group of three that weren't paying well enough attention and were too close together. While the crate only hit two of them, knocking one out cold, it was a decent enough distraction for him to let off several more rounds in order to down four more. Four remained at this point, and before they could recover, Tross slide the crate across the ground, hitting another hard, breaking his left knee. Another quick volley of shots took out one more before a wall of blaster fire was let out by the desperate gang members that remained.

The Jedi looked around vigorously, trying to find anything he could use except his lightsaber. It was times like these that he wished he had at least crafted his own. However, he had only been back in the Order for a few weeks and didn't have the time, and he was oath bound not to use the one's he carried. He realized that he might have to break his promise, but would do everything possible first before resorting to that.

Tross then got a quick idea. Laying down his rifle atop a crate, the pair fired upon it, utterly destroying it. At the same time, Tross moved around to the gap he had created by the thrown crate and let loose a set of well-aimed shots from the pistol he had stolen from one of the Rodians. The remaining two fell to his aim and he took a deep sigh of relief. It was a short yet highly intense shoot out and Tross was not in the best of moods at this point.

With fourteen dead goons, Dretho was sure to take notice of the pair now. They had gotten in deep and there was no realistic way to back out now.

After a few moments of mental recovering, Tross approached the door that the squad was guarding. There was no way to open the door from this side. At least anywhere near the door. They would have to get in another way. Reaching out and riding the waves of the Force, Tross found Vilado after several seconds of searching. "Meet me back at that safe house. Make sure to not draw attention to yourself." Keeping to the shadows, Tross did the same as he made his way back to the room they had entered when they first arrived. The Knight half hoped the man would be there to help them, but this wasn't the case.

Keeping to the back of the room, the Knight asked, "Did you find anything?" In the short time they were apart, it was unlikely. However, Tross still needed to get his thoughts straight so he allowed the boy to speak first.

 

[Vilado]

The Miralukan teen watched the entire scene. His Master's ability was great, he destroyed his attackers with ease. Vilado wondered why the Jedi didn't brandish his weapon. A lightsaber would have dispatched the goons twice as fast. Mentally noting the occurrence he listened as he was given instruction. He had to stop himself from nodding, it was unlikely Tross could see it.

Leaping from roof yo roof he made his way quickly although he might have drawn unwanted attention. Reaching the room he made his way to the ground behind the building. Circling around he entered hastily where the alien waited with a question.

"Not alot. The woman led me to help you, so I suspect her goals match ours. Whether she be a upstanding citizen or a rival crime lord I know not. She ran faster than me, although I'm not very powerful no ordinary person could do that while I drew upon the Force. I sensed no sensitivity but she could have easily hidden it from me. The freight criminal also knew us, obviously. I think we might be alerting a web of hidden scouts with our every move. I suggest we use this to our advantage, and also enlist the aide of the hooded woman."

Vilado sighed heavily as he finished, his mental notes had been building up. It felt good to release, hopefully the man didn't find him longwinded. If he did he at least hoped his information was useful. With hands clasped in his robes he awaited the response. Suddenly a question entered his mind and before he could stifle the thought it was on his lips.

"Master, I know Jedi must show restraint but why did you not use your saber during the confrontation?"

Mentally cursing his curiosity he still awaited the answer with bated breath.

 

[Master Maverick]

"Good, good." Tross was slightly distracted and it took him a few moments in order to fully comprehend what Vilado had told him. His eyes scanned the junk around the room as though he were looking for something even though there was nothing to be found. The rather personal question was also ignored. At least for now. "However, her goals do not necessarily match ours. She could very well be using us for her own ends. Be wary in these parts, Vilado." All the while he spoke he did not look at the boy. He seemed to be trying to figure something out, his mind racing through various possibilities of something.

Taking a few steps, he considered what to do next. A few moments of pensive silence passed before he finally turned to look at the young Miralukan. "It may seem silly, but I promised my mother that I would not use her lightsaber until I learned how to use it properly. I have yet to learn the art of wielding a double-blade. I've yet to make another for myself, as well." It was almost slightly embarrassing, but there were more important things to worry about than the fact he, a Knight and well into his years as a Jedi, didn't have a lightsaber to call his own.

"Anyway," he said in a raised voice, changing the subject and looking away once again. "We need to find a way into that hanger. They'll no doubt be looking for us so we need to stick together. We have no allies here." The final statement was declared as a fact, though there was a hint of speculation as to the validity of it. "We need to make ourselves scarce. Let's go to that Cantina. We can question those Twi'leks."

Looking around the stuffed room once more, he eyed the young Jedi and indicated, without words, that it was time to leave. At a quickened pace, he made his way out of the room leaving behind the plethora of arms they had commandeered, advising Vilado to do the same but keep something useful just as he had; small pistol hung opposite his lightsaber.

Sticking to the walls, Tross led them both to the Cantina. The Knight kept his eyes wide for signs of an approach by any. However, just the opposite occurred; everyone shied away from the two Jedi. Diverting their gazes and shuffling by afraid for their lives. Unknown to Tross, they were being watched from high above; a highly trained mercenary/bounty hunter watched and followed from afar, keeping their movements detailed and noted.

Once the pair reached the entrance of the bar, Tross waved for the boy to go in without him. "I'll meet you in there." He stood in front of the attractive Twi'leks, looking them up and down, checking them out. He wouldn't say anything until Vilado was out of ear shot. The women first looked at him with fear which soon turned to gazes of lust in an attempt to lure him into their good graces. It surely worked on many a man before, but Tross was a Jedi first and such things did not appeal to him.

When Vilado was inside, Tross clarified, I'm not here to hurt you. I need information. I'm sure you heard the commotion in the docking sector. That was me; I killed 14 of his goons. What can you tell me about Mirko." The pair looked at each other, obviously worried and slightly confused.

"Look, Jedi. We don't know anything. Even if we did, we wouldn't tell the likes of you." There was a hint of doubt and hesitation as she looked the handsome Vultan up and down once more. "However, we could make a deal with you," the other said, taking advantage of her natural beauty and charm to try and seduce him into giving them what they wanted. Whatever that happened to be.

"I'm not interested, but thank you. I'm flattered." He replied flatly and simply stared at them, waiting for their demands.

After a few moments with the girls looking at each other, one responded, "We want to get out of here. We'll tell you what you want to know if you can help us escape." She spoke in a hushed tone, leaning forward and revealing her assets to the Knight.

He was obviously not interested. "I have a speeder that can fit the two of you. However, we aren't leaving until we find Mirko. Now how do we get into his hangar."

"You don't," she started, pausing for dramatic effect. "He lets you in. You need to be invited or captured."

"I wouldn't suggest the second one."

"And how do I get invited after killing a dozen of his guards?"

"He does appreciate a good fighter. I would suggest, though, that you don't kill more of his goons. There are rival gangs around here that have been encroaching on his territory. He's been trying to get rid of them, but they're like mynocks."

"I'm not going to just kill them." The oaths he took as a Jedi wouldn't allow him to.

"You don't have to. Just get them to leave." Looking around cautiously, she continued in a raised voice. "Now if you're not here for a good time, I'd ask you to move on. You're scaring clients away."

Looking around, there was clearly no one waiting to talk with the women, but he respected their request regardless. "I bid you farewell then." A slight bow of the head and he moved to enter the Cantina. However, he was stopped by a passing individual wishing to have a conversation.

 

[Vilado]

His senses were overloaded. He was surprised by the amount of people in the buildings. To his vision it looked like a cacophony of The Force. Life, everywhere, connected. The boy stood mouth agape at a room the size of a Jedi sparring room. It was easily as big as a whole corridor of initiate quarters. Centered in the middle sat a rectangular bar with every stool surrounding it occupied. Booths lined both dude walls and behind the bar was a dance floor that was raging.

Vilado was pushed forward by a crowd of aliens entering. Pulled with the crowd the boy was tossed to the bar where a being with four arms offered him a drink. A drunk man screamed he was paying and demanded the boy drink the glass of liquid. Vilado did not wish to offend so he downed the concoction. He immediately gagged and coughed and the small crowd that had gathered cheered loudly.

Vilado had never been drunk, even on Nar Shaddaa he had avoided places like this. The drink was far too strong for someone with low tolerance so the boy had become intoxicated. He didn't remember how he got to the dance floor or how he had multiple females dancing around and on him. Older males in the crowd cheered and laughed as they suspected Vilado's age. Unable to feel his face, the boy attempted to weave out of the tangled mass of bodies but to no avail.

Finally becoming irritated he drew on the Force but found it harder to reach. He felt like he was in a living hell. Barley able to see and drunk off his ass Vilado's only relief was the knowledge his master stood outside.

Suddenly the Force screamed a muffled warning. Vilado dropped to his belly and avoided a kidney punch. A masked man stood in full armor shoving the dancers away. A circle was cleared and only now did Vilado see his mistake. All of the friendly faces were now jeering, they formed a tight ring preventing escape. He looked to the bartender and saw his smile. He had been drugged.

He faced a dangerous opponent. He looked Mandolorian but it could have simply been the drugs. He wore a full battle suit that had a tube running from the front to the back. His helmet was diamond shaped and one entire side was tinted black, presumably this was the visor.

"You arsh under arresh!" Vilado hoped the man would respect his authority, but he knew he wouldn't. The words were slurred and the drugs were taking effect. He doubted they were lethal, else he'd already be dead. Instead he felt drowsy, slowed. This might be a drug specifically for Jedi, either way he needed to clear his mind. He centered himself and the restricted river of the Force widened and he was empowered, although he was still weak.

The saber flew to his hand and snapped to life. Unable to see the color he imagined the club goer's faces bathed in blue. Dropping into Shi-Cho he readied himself. The man wielded a vibrosword and he came high. Vilado blocked and almost missed him come from the bottom. He was barley faster and the drugs were getting stronger. He needed to finish this quick. He blocked a blow from his left and drew power to his legs. He vaulted overhead but he wasn't fast enough. The man activated his jet pack and soared upward. His shoulder collided with the Miraluka's stomach and the air rushed from his lungs.

Carried to the ceiling, the pair collided hard with Vilado taking the impact. He kept his opponent's sword hand down with his right foot but could do nothing as he used his left to pummel him on the way up. After the crash Vilado ripped the pipe free from his back and the jet pack was lost from his control. Rocketing forward Vilado twisted and the man took the hit as they crashed into the far back wall. They then spiraled downward where Vilado fell from the rocket and landed on top of the alien who drugged him.

The man continued his erratic course slamming into walls and floors until he finally slipped off the pack and fell to the floor. Grunting, he rolled with the impact and pulled out a holstered blaster and took aim. Vilado took cover and waited for his volley to end. Panic ensued as the stray bolts hit bystanders and Vilado knew he couldn't let that happen.

Drawing what little power he could he flipped over the counter and begin a figure eight blaster defense. The bolts now reflected back, as a Jedi he had to protect the innocent. Even if they weren't entirely innocent. The man walked towards Vilado defiantly firing bolts. As he neared he pulled a long metal hilt from his belt. It snapped into a stave and he brought one end high. Vilado raised his saber but misjudged the position and took the metal pole to the face.

He fell backwards and thrust his hand out instinctively. The Force flowed through his arm and carried the man into a booth where he shattered a table. Vilado leapt onto a nearby table and then brought a leaping slash onto the man's chest. The saber cut through but didn't get to skin. The man raised his wrist and the Force raged with warning. Before he could raise his saber a object erupted from a compartment. It wrapped around Vilado and sent electricity through him. Luckily it caught his saber blade and Vilado cut it easily but the damage was done. While Vilado recovered on one knee the man raised his other wrist and launched a rocket. Vilado rolled sideways and the missile struck the ceiling.

Most everyone had left from a backdoor but a few stood directly under the impact site. The rocket had ripped a hole in the ceiling and a large piece of debris hung precariously. The innocents had second to live. Vilado leapt backwards and raised his arms. He grasped the object with the Force and attempted to swing it towards the man. Unfortunately he had never learned telepathy so the object only moved a foot before falling harmlessly on top of the bar. Big enough to smash the stools and the bar completely it would have obliterated the civilians.

The man took advantage of the situation and launched another electric net. Vilado's back had been turned and his saber lowered. It caught him full on and electrocuted him. Vilado fell to the floor wrapped in a blanket of suffering. His saber arm was pinned down and he couldn't maneuver it. He was in trouble.

Shaking from the pain and mind numbed by the drugs he began to black out. His saber fell from his hand and deactivated as he was dragged towards the back door. The last thing he remembered was sensing his Master as he was dragged down an a alley behind the Cantina.

 

[Master Maverick]

"What do you think you're doin'?" A rather large human in the company of a pair of Gamorreans yanked on the Knight's shoulder, almost throwing him to the side. Tross took the brunt of it, not resisting needlessly. "Who said you could talk to my woman?" His way of speech indicated that his level of education was sub-par but that he might have some sort of skill or talent.

"I do apologize. I meant no offense. I was just leaving so, if you'd excuse me."

"Ah Don' think so, buddy. We got a score to setting with tha likes a ya. We know about what ya did in over in the pier. Ya think ya can just get away wi' tha'?" All the while, the Twi'leks backed away, going around the corner of the entrance while the two bipedal boars moved to surround their target.

"Actually, no. I was hoping to get the attention of one Drethos Mirko. It was my understanding that those were his goons that I killed."
Tross kept a calm demeanor, not showing any fear and internally laughing at the situation.

"Well, ya got it bub. That child with ya is already being taken care of by one of his bounty hunters. Now, you can come with us quietly or we can just knock ya out right quick. Personally, I'd prefer the second."

Tross' eyes became wide, and that was when a rush of people flooded out of the Cantina. The Vultan's golden eyes shifted, but his head stayed straight. His hand fiddled with the small blaster at his side. He wished that he had a lightsaber of his own but there was no time to worry about that now. Her looked back at the neanderthals, turning so his side was to them and beginning to back away. Faster than their eyes could follow, the holdout blaster was brought up and caught one Gamorrean right in the center of the forehead. However, the Knight sorely underestimated their reaction times. The second shot caught the remaining pig in the chest and only succeeded in making it stumble backwards as the human drew a rather large vibrosword and swung it down hard and fast hoping to cleave the Jedi in two vertically.

Only due to his connection with the Force was Tross able to side-step quickly enough to evade the blade, emitting a concentrated small burst of the Force from his left hand, sending the thug back. A renewed vigor in the screams sounded as the dead bodies were looked upon and ever more chaos erupted. Three shots erupted from the barrel of the small, heavily modified pistol, hitting the man's weapon arm and opposite leg while the third found the living hog's face and successfully silenced his disgusting grunts. His heart sank at his actions, but he had to reach Vilado.

Before him, a slight push of the Force made it slightly easier for Tross to get through the dense mass of bodies. Upon reaching the lobby, most of the people had left this point. Rushing into the main bar area he caught the glimpse of a man in body armor dragging a body out. Whether or not it was Vilado Tross didn't know because he didn't get a good look at both of them before they were out the door. The Knight did get the chance to allow for a few shots to ring out in vain at the departing figure.

Speeding up to a run, he jumped over obstacles to make it to the back door. However, when he ran out and looked all around, he found no one. Running farther, he yelled for Vilado but received no response. His mind raced and his heart was beating out of his chest. Fear gripped his heart for the boy's safety and he was frantic to figure something out. After a few moments which seemed an eternity, he realized his mistake and took a single, large breath. Just enough to calm himself enough to think a bit more rationally.

A few button presses on his mechanized wrist guard, putting in coordinates and sending a signal to his ship, which would meet him on the other side of the sector. It would take several minutes, but this had become far more dangerous than he had originally anticipated.

Two more deep breaths sounded from the Vultan's lungs as he calmed and centered his mind. Upon reaching a state of some focus, he reached out and tried to find the boy in his stead. At first, and what seemed like far too long, there was nothing. Fast as though, his sense reached out in all directions trying to find the young Miralukan. "Where are you," he called out through the Force.

A blip to his left, faint but better than nothing, caught his attention and he quickly set off in that direction in a run. Moving around trash and other debris, watching for hidden threats and otherwise trying to find his way around this maze, he went as fast as he could to his Apprentice's aid. He didn't know what he'd do if the boy died...