The Black Sheep

[Insoulent]

"We're passing the Mandalorian security check. We'll be landing on Roon in a few minutes. You'll have about a day here before my visit has to cut short. I don't like dealing with Mandos." the Smuggler said over the small ship's in-board communications. He was on board some smuggler's vessel, the model he wasn't too sure of, it was nothing he had seen before. Arkantos was never good with ship models, he did know it was a relatively small freighter though. He sat crossed-legged in a room surrounded by different canisters and boxes. It had been some time since Arkantos meditated, at least it felt that way. The Fall of Coruscant was still fresh on his mind, as it was to millions of citizens throughout the Galaxy.

Only five days ago, Arkantos was helping to set up defenses for the final battle, only to leave with scars, both mental and physical. He left Coruscant a rather changed man, one who now realized that his roots were much more important to him now, than ever before. In his younger years, Arkantos was a gifted soldier, one who would join the Mandalorian Special Forces of his clan, Beviit, their specialty. But Arkantos decided that his life was one of Peace, one that the Jedi would help foster. With that, he left the Mandalorians, and joined the Jedi Order. And now, his Order had fallen into shambles, and he would be returning home. Home. He hadn't been to Roon in years, and if his guess was right, most of his clan would be on Coruscant or in other battlefields. He was returning in hopes of finding his mother, or maybe even his sister. It was foolish, but, he missed his family. He also returned for something else: his Mandalorian armor. When he left, he had decided to leave the armor behind, finding no real practical use in his Jedi training. And now? Arkantos was a fugitive Jedi, an outlaw. He figured he could hide himself as a Mandalorian warrior, create a new identity for himself and hide. That is, to find more Jedi, and figure out the next course of action. In the back of his mind, he knew his family might try and convince him to stay, that they'd offer to hide him, but he wouldn't dare be a burden to them now, now that the war was over. To his clan, he was a dar'manda, a souless one, one who was ignorant of their heritage. He was worse than dead. But he only chose not to rally to the Mandalore's cause, one he could not, philosophically speaking.

The ship rocked, they were breaking through the atmosphere. Arkantos inhaled deeply one last time, gathering all the built up stress he had gained these past few days. With his exhale, he released it all, allowing the Force to flow more easily through his body. He opened his eyes and stood up as the ship once again rocked, this time he figured, they had landed. "I'll be leaving around this time tomorrow. I'll contact you if anything comes up." the Smuggler said as he walked into the cargo bay where Arkantos was at. Arkantos only nodded to the man, keeping his words at a minimum. The Smuggler got his conformation, Arkantos understood, and he left his ship. He knew his place well, the capitol, Aloriya. He was heading to a small village where most of the farmers lived on the planet, the most fertile soil, Sol'yc Arpat. But to get there, he'd need some transport.

 

[Insoulent]

Arkantos was in one of the few areas were non Mandolorians were found, near the market district. He remembered a speeder rental just outside the district, though he couldn't remember who exactly owned it, to see if they knew him or not. For some reason he couldn't remember, but it was the closest and easiest way to get to Sol'yc Arpat. He made his way to a small shop were two old landspeeders were parked, entering the renting office. Frack. Red, a Rodian mechanic from his own clan, but it wasn't his shop, what in the Hell was he doing here? His mentor. Fraaack. He had forgotten, he messed up. He turned around quickly, before he was noticed by Red, who had been talking to some other Rodian in the office. He lifted his cloak enough to cover his eyes and anything above his nose, really. "You come looking for a speeder? It'll be a six hundred credits per night." the Rodian said, as he walked outside to the direction of the old speeder. Red was one of his clan's best mechanics, their quarter master owned this shop a long with some other business he had now only began to remember. He had been gone so long and learned so much new, he guessed Red would have too and forgotten all about Arkantos. "But for you, burc'ya, it'll be 500. You remind me of someone." the Rodian thought outloud.

Arkantos panic for a second, but still kept quiet. "I'll take it." Arkantos said in an abnormal deep voice, but the Rodian wouldn't really notice the abnormality in the Human's vocal patterns. The Rodian nodded and walked back into the office, away from the speeder had had put his head under. A few seconds he returned outside with a datapad, "Which one, al'verde" the Rodian asked, looking at the datapad. "The blue one." Arkantos once again spoke breifly, keeping his eyes fixed on the landspeeder. Arkantos tossed the man some credits from his bag located inside his cloak, where the Rodian spoke up, "Protector, hm?" the Rodian said with a smurk as he noticed the writing on his Jedi cloak, it was in Mando'a. Arkantos stayed quiet, as he handed the the Rodian the credits. "Er... signature." the Rodian said as he turned the Datapad around for Arkantos to place his information. Arkantos made up some fake information and was given the control codes, and departed eagerly.

He didn't wan't to spend more time to make Red suspect him anymore, and he needed to make it before nightfall, he knew many Mandalorians stopped travelers at night, they were confrontational people that didn't like trespassers at night. While he drove, he couldn't decide what was worse: that his guilt of being a dar'manda would make his family reject him; or that his family would try and help him hide from the Sith and even his own clan, and he'd have to reject their offer. He alone caused strains in his family, something he considered sacred. But he alone could not grow, not the same as he had with those short years in the Jedi Order. He flourished, but then again, the Mandalorians stood in victory and his Jedi Order lay in ruins. It was funny, if you thought about it. Arkantos continued to race the rising moon.

The Sun had manged to press up against the horizon as Arkantos breached the farmlands, Sol'yc Arpat. His hometown, the one he could remember growing up in. He saw the training circle where even now Mandalorian children were fighting in, testing themselves. He remembered his sister saving himself countless of his bullies growing up for him being "too soft" for not wanting to fight. Thanks to those times although, Arkantos learned to fight, and learn to accept help. With his sister, they were considered the best fighters in their age group, but even then he shadowed in his sister's praise. Sandy. She was hardheaded and arrogant, a loudmouth, and someone who enjoyed a good fight. The complete opposite of Arkantos, she was the ideal Warrior. He guessed she was somewhere in the front lines, or even on her way back from the campaign. Arkantos drove through some other spots he remembered growing up, but did manage to make it right as the sun set completely.

His childhood home. It looked smaller than he remembered, and a lot older. It was a small one story home, a dome-shaped home, with an odd chimney on the side. Old, uncared for permacrete. Some cracks could be seen on the outside even, it wasn't fancy or even lavish, but it was home to him. He parked the landspeeder, and noticed none of the animals roaming around, which was rare. He walked to the door, and paused at the doormat. He gulped as he placed his finger over the doorbell, inhaling as he did. His nerves were killing him. Suddenly, he felt his head slam into the door as he drifted into unconsciousness.

 

[Insoulent]

Arkantos groaned as he reached to grab the throbbing in his head. He squinted a bit as the outline figure began to get clearer, his sister... Sandy. The expression on her face, was tough as ever. She usually had a buzz cut to show off her head tattoos, but it looked like hair was beggining to grow back. She looked a bit different, he couldn't really put a finger on it, but she was different somehow, more...focused. Intense, even. "What the Hell are you doing here Arkantos? Why didn't you tell us you were coming back? I had to find out from Red!" she began to discipline him in sorts, allowing him no time to answer anything. "You should be lucky Red is trustworthy, if the rest of the clan found out... it wouldn't be pretty." she finished, but as she said her last words, Arkantos had noticed where he was at. His old room. All his old things were there, right where he left them. His datapads with all his favorite reading material, and even his toys. His armor, stood to his left, prime and black. It had some marks on it, but overall, pristine condition. It was odd to him, surreal almost. He was back home and all it took was a good ass whooping.

"Hello? You paying attention, dumbass?" she taunted, as Arkantos snapped out of his daydream, and focused back on his sister. "I came to see mom, and you, to see if you guys were ok." he said, as he stood up from the edge of the bed he was sitting at. "Well, mom's with the fleet over Anaxes, she won't be back for a while. I got stuck with fleet duty back here just about a month ago, caught a blast. Had to get surgery, replaced my arm," she said as she lifted her-now cybernetic arm,"[/color] and synthflesh and organs, lost a lot of blood, but I was one of the lucky ones."[/color] she said, as her tone of voice changed at the end. Arkantos studied his sister, she was remorseful, he knew that much. "I'm glad you're safe. I was in a battle too. On Coruscant." the Knight said, as he made eye contact with her, "I... I'll need to take the armor with me. To hide." the Knight continued, as he walked to his old suit of armor. As he reached for it, he felt his sister grab his shoulder.

"Not so fast, dar'manda. You can't take that. You'd have to meet with Vortas." she said, pulling him back. Arkantos' chest nearly caved in as she said those words. Dar'manda. Like a sledgehammer hit directly into his chest. Vortas Beviin. He'd have to fight for his life if they ever met, and he had no time for such things. If even a word got out that an exile Jedi was on the planet, none-the-less a dar'manda, it'd be too much trouble. Especially now, and Sandy? He couldn't take her on, he wouldn't. "Sandy, I need it. I can't spend my life hiding, not like this. I need the armor, it'll allow me to move around more freely, you have to understand." he protested, but his sister's demeanor didn't change. "You made your decision a long time ago, you abandoned the cause. Your Jedi lost, now you deal with the consequence. You can stay here, when mom gets back, she will convince Vortas to hide you from the Sith, I doubt we'll continue to be allies with the Galactic Alliance destroyed and all." his sister explained. Stay there, he had thought about it. But, he couldn't risk it. That, and he'd be too ashamed to even return to live there, he'd spend the rest of his life trying to regain his honor in the eyes of his clan. He'd of rather just faced the Sith head on to his death than live with the shame of dar'manda. At least as a Jedi, he was proud of who he was, and he'd die with honor in his eyes. But he wasn't planning on dying anytime soon. Arkantos stayed quiet for a moment.

"I can't do it. You know I can't. It's not guaranteed, and the farther I can get away from here, the better." he said as he looked to her. "I'm sure the Sith will be looking for Jedi soon, and if Red saw me... I just don't want to risk it. I'd rather not be here." he said as he began to pat himself down, looking for his lightsaber. "Woah, Red isn't a snitch, and even if a few Sith came they wouldn't do crap, they don't have any power in Mandalorian planets. I'd kick their ass back to Bastion or wherever the Hell their capital is." his sister nearly yelled. "Your lightstick is in the kitchen, I didn't want you jumping up lighting that thing up, I just repainted the walls." she said as she turned around and headed a few steps down a short, narrow hallway into a small kitchen, barely enough room for a table to fit in next to a small cooking station, food refresher and a sink. Sandy sat down at the table, admiring the Lightsaber in her hand for a second, and then stuck her hand out for him to go grab. Arkantos walked to the table, and sat down adjacent to her. He reached for the saber, as Sandy pulled it back. "I know where you can get some armor, though. We had got some intel on some secret project that the Galactic Alliance contracted back before we joined the Sith. We were going to plan to steal it, but ended up focusing all of our power on attacking the Core. It was a prototype stealth suit or something, we didn't really find it useful for a planetary invasion. I can help you steal it, and I'll take you wherever you need to go." she explained, as Arkantos stared in awe. Sandy, after all this time, was willing to help Arkantos hide. She knew he was stubborn when it came to this sort of stuff, so when he said no, he meant it. Arkantos reached for his hilt, as he nodded. If Sandy was going to help him, he knew she would do everything in her ability to help him out, and he wouldn't reject her help. He missed her, a lot, and for her to be willing to work with him, it was worth it. "Alright, where are we going?" he asked, placing the hilt back on his belt. "Tendrando Arms."

 

[Insoulent]

Arkantos sat inside his sister's starfighter, he thinks he recalls something about "QuickStrike", or something like that as far as the model went. Arkantos placed his helmet on, and began to see the ship spring to life. The starfighter was placed in the family's barn of supplies, as it ascended into space, and suddenly shot into space. "So explain this to me." the Knight asked as his sister began to input co-ordinates. They had wasted almost no time, having not even had time to go over their plan. "Well, from the reports, there's a secret lab out near Ukio. They were testing some form of suit for the Galactic Alliance' Special Operations. I'm guessing it's a stealth suit, which you'll find useful, right?" the Mandalorian said, as Arkantos stayed quiet. "Right. Well, the Alliance is no more, so they got no funding coming in anymore. I wouldn't doubt if those lab rats are gathering all that technology and running. It's a small station, so we can kill them and take off with the cargo." the Mandalorian said, but suddenly remembered who she was talking to. "er... We could infiltrate it, and take it before they even noticed. I can drop you off wherever you need after that, I'll be going to the Mandalore sector anyway, so you up for it?" the Mandalorian asked, as they finally made their way to the first checkpoint to leave the sector.

Arkantos took a moment to think, and nodded his head, "Don't have any other choice, I suppose. It's my best shot." he said as they passed the checkpoint. She had military clearance, and they suddenly shot into hyperspace. The Mandalorians seemed to be flourishing, it was odd to him. It was as if the War hadn't just happened, everything was normal. But for Arkantos, everything had changed, he was a wanted criminal, for what? Being on the losing side. It was almost funny, he couldn't help but laugh once. "That ass kicking must of made you lose your mind, vod." she said, as she shook her head, while Arkantos simply smiled. "Just funny, how things turn out. Here I am, back home, and the last person I ever thought would help me out, is helping me break in to a lab to steal." he said, as his sister nearly jumped out of her seat. "You're my fracking brother, Arkantos. Even if I hated your guts, I have to help you. We're verde, for now and forever." she said, as they suddenly jumped out of hyperspace.

Arkantos looked at the galactic map, sure enough, they were in the Ukio system. It was a popular agriworld, one of the Galaxy's most well-known, but with the Galaxy in times of turmoil, the entire sector would be overrun with defense, but that would take weeks to organize, especially with the majority of the forces back in the core. He heard his sister input some commands in her console, as the ship jumped out of hyperspace. It was a short jump, since the two systems were adjacent to one another. Suddenly, they appeared infront of the Sun in the sector. Arkantos' eyes burned for a second, as he had to adjust for the sudden change in lighting. In the distance he could see a faint little dot. That was it, the research facility. "I'm going to fly you in. I'm going to attack it, and distract their security forces. That should give you a few minutes. Don't take too long, I don't plan on dying today." the woman said, as Arkantos nodded. Get in, get out. It was a simple idea, something he could do. For now, he closed his eyes, and began to meditate, letting the Force calm his mind. He hadn't used his lightsaber in a while.

 

[Insoulent]

Sandy lowered her engines, barely thrusting through space, as they inched into the facility, concealing itself into it's underbelly. The ship was small enough to avoid detection, at least if careful, as most of it's systems were turned on, driven manually by the experienced pilot that Sandy was. Arkantos prepared himself, as he reached for a space rebreather located behind his seat. Placing it on, and turning it on, he saw his sister do the same. The cockpit of the ship suddenly hissed, as the air was released. Arkantos suddenly stood from his seat, reaching for his lightsaber, cutting to a nearby viewport screen. Almost instantaneously the ship's metal repressurizer activated, though Arkantos kept a gap open for a small second, forcing it open with the help of the Force. Arkantos quickly jumped through, as the metal plates collapsed behind him. It was a clean entry, all for one thing: the alarms rang. He lifted the hood of his cloak over his face, concealing himself from the view of any camera nearby.

Meanwhile, Sandy repressurized her own cockpit, and the ship's native life systems allowed her to resume normal operations within it. She took off, as she began a small one-ship assault on the ship, quickly diverging its attention. The small facility's security force suddenly took to their hanger, as the four ships located in the hanger all took off to meet its attacker. Sandy then engaged herself in a good old fashion dog fight. She had been rather bored on the farm, and this space battle would be a good way to release a lot of stress and relief that her brother was alive and well.

Arkantos moved through the facility, but didn't get very far before a duo of YVH-1 battle droids appeared to stop the Knight. While they were ancient designs, they still proved to be very efficient and deadly opponents. Arkantos snapped his wrist, flicking his lightsaber into life, the green blade humming after its hiss from ignition. He quickly pulled it back, only to bring forth with is momentum as he swung it to one of the droids, which quickly moved back, while the other took it's chance to strike a punch. Arkantos managed to propel himself a bit further in his strike, making him narrowly miss the punch, which hit the wall of the facility. It made its impact, as it crashed a giant hole in the wall. Arkantos suddenly turned back to strike down quickly, ripping his blade through the droid's elbow, removing itself from it's main body. The droid moved back quickly, as the other took this chance to shoot Arkantos in his back, releasing a tri-round blaster, which the Jedi countered with a sharp turn back around, turning his arms to deflect the blaster bolts, sending them across the hallway. Arkantos once again swung his lightsaber underhanded, to suddenly lung at the droid, cutting it through its brain, it's neural core. He pulled his saber to the side, the droid's head attached to it flew with it, as it slammed into it's other droid. Arkantos lunged forward, as he cut through both droid's necks, as the heads fell to the floor, all while the lightsaber hum and light now dissipated. He quickly moved on through the facility, which began to evacuate to it's hanger, Arkantos guessed the facility had some plan of escaping, though he ruled out any government help of any kind, maybe a company defense group, but even then, Arkantos was sure he had some time before backup arrived. He began to run to where he figured the back of the facility was, as the rest of the facilities had already escaped. He made his way to the farthest room down this hallway, where a two trandoshian mercenaries were with a gruff security officer.

"I contacted your connection, he said the Hutt would be interested in it, but they need to see it up close, they're offering a big sum of credits, more than double of all of our salaries combined. This is our chance. We can load it up now, and sell it to them, make a quick split." the Officer spoke, as Arkantos stepped in. "One act of treachery doesn't atone for another, but I truly need this." he muttered, as he unleashed a Force Push, sending the three into the wall at the back of the lab. They were all caught off-guard as they slammed against wall, knocking them into unconsciousness. He saw the strange pair of cases which they were hovering over, opening to view it's contents. A datapad neatly nestled in the corner of one of the cases, which held metallic plating, he assumed it was durasteel. He opened the second, revealing a strange metallic and almost-robotic suit. He closed them, as he figured he had found his package. He moved quickly to take both cases, and made his move to the hanger of the ship, the opposite side of the portable space facility. His escape now relied on his sister's skills in space combat, something he wasn't too sure of. Rushing through the facility's halls he made his way to the hanger, where his sister proposed she would meet him. He finally made his way to the hanger, were a transport ship had just left, while another pair of YVH-1 droids guarded. Arkantos reached for his commlink, as he whispered somewhat nervously into it, "Sandy, we're almost good to EVAC, what's your ETA? I got some scrap metal I got to deal with in the rendezvous, but other than that we have coast clear." the Knight spoke, as his sister suddenly snapped back in chatter, "Give me a second will ya'? These bastards really think they can outfly me!" she yelled, as she went silent yet once again.

 

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Pew. Pew. Pew. The red laser escaping from her ship's turrets, as the A-Wing inspired fighter which she was tailing drifted into space shortly before exploding. Sandy quickly flew passed it, avoiding the damage from some of the rubble left behind by the explosion. Two ships down, two to go. Which managed to get behind Sandy, releasing a volley of fire. She quickly turned right, as she then descended down, while Arkantos muttered into her commlink, a look of annoyance grew on her. "Goddamnit, give me a second!" she snapped, as she quickly meanuvered herself inbetween the two tailing ships in a surprise corkscrew maneuver. The ship behind her then released a volley of shots, as Sandy pulled her own ship up, as the shots flew into the enemy ship infront of her, which caught friendly fire, as Sandy suddenly situated herself behind the last released a couple of shots from her ship, destroying the last ship. With her targets gone, she made her way to the hanger, where her brother was hopefully ready to go.

Arkantos used the Force to pull one of the YVH-1 droids to him, though the other managed to react to the attack on it's companion droid. As one droid flew to Arkantos' direction, the other leaped to him willingly, giving barely enough time to react, he had to move back. With both droids now at arm's reach, the lightsaber in the Jedi Knight's hand exploded with life, as he twirled it behind his back to gain momentum, pulling it down to strike at the head of one of the droids, though it managed to move to the side, missing the blade, the other droid then going in to punch Arkantos' side, sending the Jedi flying into the floor from the impact. He slid some meters, as he skid into a stop, groaning. He quickly moved to his feet, though his right side began to pulse with heavy pain. He struggled a bit to keep his lightsaber up, but managed to keep it steady. He had to wait for an opening, as the droids began to shoot at the Jedi from blasters attached to their wrists. Arkantos deflected some as he began to sidestep, keeping his eyes on their movements. His injured state didn't allow him to fully have control of the direction of his reflection, as they narrowly missed their intended droid target. Arkantos moved behind a couple of crates, which protected him from the volley of fire the droids continued to give. He had to destroy these droids quick, and retrieve the cases. "Come on Sandy, where are you at...?" he taunted with haste, as his sister suddenly barked back at him to be patient. The droids then took this chance to change their strategy. One of the droids suddenly released a rocket from its arsenal and hit the crate which Arkantos had been using as cover.

Arkantos managed to move shortly before the droid released its portable rocket, and found the opening he needed. He took the opportunity, jumping inbetween the two droids. He brought his saber to sweep the legs of the droid on his left, while he brought it up infront of him to cut the neck of the other droid, and back around to cut the neck of the other. He deactivated his saber as the droids fell to pieces, placing the hilt behind his cloak. He walked over to grab the crates and made his way to walk to the center of the hangar. As he did, he saw his sister fly her ship into the hanger, opening the cockpit as soon as she was safe inside the hangar. Arkantos then loaded up the ship and moved to place the cases he found into the cockpit. Just enough room. "I'm guessing these guys ain't friends of yours, eh?" Sandy asked, as Arkantos was busy placing the cases within the ship. Arkantos turned back and saw the three from before he hadn't killed: the trandoshan mercenary duo, and the security officer of the facility. "No... Let's go." he said, though Sandy protested, grabbing the pistols from her hips. "They say our faces. Can't have that." the Mandalorian said, as she quickly sent out a couple of rounds from her blaster, the trandoshans did the same as they went for cover.

Sandy quickly hid behind her ship, as Arkantos leaped out of the cockpit and hid behind his sister. "Do you think you could get this thing to explode?" Arkantos asked, as he looked at Sandy. "Heh, I got a couple of torpedoes in the ship, they'll make a nice quick boom, enough to heavily damage something this size for sure." she assured him, as Arkantos only nodded. He used the Force to lift some crates into the air, and plunge them down on the trio, who were hiding behind it. Sandy took this time to quickly disarming her ship of the four pre-loaded torpedoes within it. She began to work on them as Arkantos made his way to the trio of men he was fighting. He pulled his hilt out, as he sighed. Sandy was right, if Arkantos was to survive Imperial detection, there could be no loose ends. He hovered over them, as he ignited his lightsaber. He sighed again. He couldn't bring himself to do it. Kill them. He lifted his saber to strike them down, though just left it up there for a moment. He was a Jedi, and killing these men would be almost murder. Suddenly, a shadow creeped over him, as his sister now stood next to him, as she put a blaster bolt through each one of their heads, killing them almost instantly. "Well, Jetii, let's go. We have a few seconds before those things charge up, and this place goes, ka-boom!" she yelled, placing her blasters back upon their holsters. Arkantos starred one last time at the dead bodies, feeling nothing, it was odd. But still, he once again deactivated his saber, placing them upon his belt. He had just not only stole their technology, their prospective fortune, but also their lives, and through all that, Arkantos now just felt numb. Maybe it was the shock that everything leading up to his life, the struggles, the trials, they all meant almost nothing, or maybe the fact that he simply was back with his sister who held no remorse for killing, even in cold blood, he couldn't show weakness. Not anymore than usual, to her at least. He climbed to the cockpit, as the ship took off. "Damn, damn damn. Frack, good timing." the Mandalorian said within the cockpit, as it ascended into space. "What happened?" Arkantos asked. "The reinforcements got here to see us off, that's all." the woman said, as she shot out of the hangar, and into the wild of space. Her engines began to hum louder, as her ship flew into hyperspace. The last thing Arkantos saw was a small formation of frigates, and the facility explode behind them.

 

[Insoulent]

"Why Taris?" she asked, as Arkantos stared through the viewport into blurry fading star light racing through hyperspace. "It was where we were born. Before the Mandalorians took me--us, after our first parents died in the crash. I've never been, I want to see how it could of been like if it never happened. You should stay." he said with a smirk, knowing how she would respond. "And get caught up with a Jetii outlaw, and leave the Mandalorians? Bah! You're out of your mind!" she barked, as Arkantos smiled. His sister put him infront of the clans. It was reassuring to him, maybe if he had said it before the War, even before they joined the Mandalorian Clans, she would do anything he wanted to, she protected him, she loved him. The only ties to any other real family in the Universe, no matter what Arkantos did to mess up, Sandy could come to clean up the mess. It was nice to know that.

The Mandalorians. Red. "Red! What about him?" he said in a panic. Red, the mechanic that had rented the speeder to him, he surely would have known Arkantos was still alive. "He told me before you got there, he let me know you were coming. I told him I was going to kill you, and take to bury your body in Mandalore. Told him that's the only way you'd be able to regain your honor in the eyes of the Mandalorians. Pretty sure he bought it." she said, almost winded by how fast she said it. "Are you sure he'd believe it?" he asked naively, as Sandy laughed. "I'm a good actress. Hopefully you'll catch on from there. What are you planning on doing anyway?" she said with a bit of curiousness behind it, though she was trying to make it seem not as obvious. "Well, I'm going to do a few things here, see if there's some kind of splicer that can give me a new identity, and try to find bounty hunter jobs on Nar Shaddaa. The Hutts are going to seek the opportunity to move into these planets with the Alliance falling. They have a tendency to grow in power during War time. Profits all around, MandalMotors learned that." the Jedi Knight said. "Might as well stick to my new criminal affiliation." Arkantos was only saying a half truth.

He wanted to work for the Hutts purely because he knew they'd be the first to offer to aid the Empire in hunting the Jedi. He'd have to keep the Jedi he could alive, at all costs. Though, doing Bounty Hunter work is something he could swallow. Something that could keep his skills sharp, and his stomach fed. The only real way he could think would alert the least amount of suspicion, especially if he became a good one. "Well, look. Try and keep in touch this time around, okay? Doesn't have to be often, just enough to know you're still alive." she said, as Arkantos agreed, not wanting any animosity between his sister. She had reminded Arkantos that their bond was unbreakable. He had a chance. And so, Arkantos would return to his birth planet of Taris and begin his new life as a Bounty Hunter who saved Jedi. This should be fun.