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Kalen rounded the corner, using it for cover as he turned and sent several shots back towards his attacker. He was a lousy shot, and his Master hadn't let him bring his lightsaber on this mission. The words rang in his head as he ducked behind cover just in time to miss the bolt that wouldn't have taken his head off. "The lightsaber doesn't make the Jedi." the words replayed over and over.
He was outnumbered and outgunned. Kalen needed to buy himself some breathing room. The thought made him laugh, a minute ago he was doing his best not to breathe the foul sewer air. He had been told it was the only way to reach the gangster's lair and rescue the person that had been captured by her several days ago.
Pushing off of the wall, he tore down the slippery walkway, only inches from the flowing sewer beside it. He tried to keep it out of his mind, lest he find himself losing whatever was left of his lunch.