Hey, you bozo, here you are again, getting drunk...

...and sitting across the table from a female. Baaaaaad idea...

He glanced down at the mug he was holding in his hands, as thoughtfully as he could for a guy in the early stages of "too drunk to think at all."

He sighed, and pushed the mug away. It was hard, but he managed. "I...gotta...go!" he blurted then, actually somewhat proud of himself for withstanding his desire to just remain there and drink til he was totally plastered.

If Terrin was around he'd be furious with you right now, buddy, that little conscious muttered.

Jasyn didn't know if Cartina followed him from there. And he didn't care. All he knew was that he suddenly REALLY NEEDED SLEEP.

He stumbled to the nearest hotel...

...The Azure Planetoid...

...and bought a room, probably paying way more credits than he should have for it. He wasn't certain, he couldn't think at the moment.

Need...to detoxify...

He turned, and ambled ungracefully past a blue-skinned somebody towards the corridor, wondering if in fact that somebody was blue at all or if his senses were all messed up from too much drink. The lights were beginning to blind him, and numbers on the rooms were swimming about, out of focus.

Waaaay too much to drink, pal. When will you ever learn...?

Before he ever made it to his room, his arms and legs suddenly went to jelly, and he passed out right there in the corridor.

Ahhhhh...someone finally turned out the lights in here...

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All was silent... Until a man, a very loud and drunk man, entered this rat hole of an INN. Jasyn, I believe he said his name was, Room #5. I don't know why I took notice of those two facts... must have something to do with my former life, as a smuggler?!? I thought to myself.

The Drunkard left for his room, and not 12 steps (no PUN intended), down the hallway he crashed down with a loud THUD!?!

I ran to JASYN. "Are you o.k.???"
No response...

"Well, let's get you to your room. You can't spend the night in the hallway!"

So off we went, to room #5, I placed JASYN on the bed. Lying on his side, so he wouldn't choke on his own vomit. He seemed alright for now. But I was worried for him, I don't want to have this guys death on my conscience, just because I wouldn't look after him during the night!!!
So I decided to stay in the room with him, I took up residence on the chair beside the bed. Half-awake, half-asleep I waited for him to wake up. But I could only last for soo long. The lack of good sleep took over and I found myelf slipping into a dreamlike state.

Oh the wonders of DREAMS, you never really know what they mean... Are they warnings of the future? Specters of the past? Or just an OVERACTIVE immagination taking over your subconscious? In my case, I just wasn't sure... but I'd like to think that these dreams I have are a link to my past... I'll just have to wait and see!

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While I wait around here I may as well make my new home as comfortable as possible! So I set to work fashioning my quarters to my standards... Spare parts everywhere! Hey, you never know what will come in handy!

I decided to explore the ship in docking bay 16... the one I *pats himself on the back* saved DASH from. I cautiously entered the ship. At least there are no alarms going off! I thought. There were lots of gadgets I decided to 'APPROPRIATE' for DASH's ship, I even found a neat set of ARMOR... It looked scary, so I didn't touch that. I just took the BLASTERS!

I decided that I had gotten enough, and that DASH would be very proud of me for getting all this stuff for us! So I drug it all back to the SHIMMERING SCIMITAR.

I got bored of waiting for DASH to return so I decided to take some stuff apart... Maybe this and this could go together to make a....

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My, how nice and soft this hotel floor was... he thought dully, still too drunk...

...or hungover maybe...

...to even move. He reached up to hold his head and try to stop the throbbing to find his arms were the equivelent weight of lead. He rose them just a bit above the surface of whatever it was he was laying on, and they landed right back down on that surface, entirely too heavy to move. He gripped the sides of the pillow his head was resting on...

...PILLOW...?! Ok, this is definitely not a hotel floor. So...

...WHERE...?!

Jasyn finally managed to crack one eye open, again blinded by that thing that other people would call light. He was laying on his side, in a bed...

...and the room, adorned with what looked to be a dresser, a bed, and a chair with a blue guy sleeping in it, was swimming. He squeezed his eyes shut, and groaned.

Then something else hit him. Blue guy...?! Oh no, not AGAIN...

Jasyn forced his eyes open again, trying his damndest to focus in on his surroundings, trying even harder to analyze if the blue guy was really there.

Great Jasyn, you've had so much to drink you're hallucinating...

But no. The blue guy was still there...

...or at least he appeared to be.

Ok, strange blue guy in your hotel room, and you can't move a finger right now. Hope the blue guy's a nice guy...

The room was still swimming, and Jasyn knew he was totally at odds with his current situation. But he was so tired, and needless to say feeling a bit more than just bad.

He let out another groan, closed his eyes once more, and faded off to sleep again...

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"Sir, I need to see your passenger ID." the trooper said, running after him. "Sir, do not force me to..."

Abruptly, the man's trench coat lifted to the side as he threw his hand back. The spike soared through the air and drove into the trooper's unprotected neck. The guard died before his body hit the ground.

And Romanus did not even look back during the whole time.

Bloody troopers... he thought as he rubbed his temples. I don't need them along with this damn headache.

Romanus had sense the presence of Force-users on this planet ever since the passenger ship entered the atmosphere...but he didn't feel like chasing them right away.

I've got a job to do...but I need a drink first...

Romanus stopped in front of a hotel and looked up at the sign.

Azure Planetoid? I swear, these Sullustans are getting more ridiculous every day...wonder why the Empire tolerates them...

He shook his head, which was a bad thing as it made the ache even worse, and stepped into the Inn. Behind him, a crowd gathered near the trooper's corpse...

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I looked over at the side and saw a group of people huddled over something. I forced my way in and saw a dead trooper on the ground with a spike in his neck. I told the people around him to mind their own business while i picked up the body and droped it of at the morgue.

I went back to where he died and decided to head inside the Azure Planetoid hopeing the guy that killed him was there. before I went in I made sure my lightsaber was on my belt just in case I need it.

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Sneak up on a Jedi in training, ey?

In fact, Lo Ban was waiting for Erik to attempt something... He knew Erik would eventually check on the cockpit... even so, Lo Ban expected something with a little more of a confrontation... a little more gutsy... Lo Ban thought a lot about Erik, mostly bad, but he thought he had heart...

Yet, this could prove to be in Lo Ban's favor...

Sidestepping the blast, what would have seemed like a feeble attempt to turn on the advanceing Erik, the shot missed him completely...

Falling limp like an injured dear, Lo Ban would play if for all it was worth...

Awaiting the perfect moment to strike...

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"Why doesn't he just put poison in it and spare us the agony?" he muttered to himself.

There was a low pulsing sound in his head, and it was getting faster and faster. That only meant one thing...

Looks like another Jedi trying to stop me. I'm going to have to deal with him... he started eyeing his waitress, a blue-skinned Twi'lek, when a smile appeared on his face. But first...

He yanked a handful of credits out of his pocket and placed them on the table. The waitress came by and picked them up...then her eyes widened in surprise.

"The...the whiskey was only 20 credits!" she exclaimed. Romanus nodded, still smiling. "The remaining 280 is yours..." he replied.

"But only..." he began to say, leaning forward. "If you can make me think your...services...are worth it."

A mischeivous smile crossed the Twi'lek's face as she pocketed the money. "My break is coming up in a few minutes. My room is upstairs, number 14."

"I'll see you then..." Romanus said, watching the waitress walk off. Right after she had gone, a robed figure entered the Inn. The Force went off like an alarm inside Romanus's head, but he calmly stood up to approach him.

Now, to take care of a little business of my own.

Romanus "scanned" the Jedi, to sense how strong in the Force he was...

No more than a Padawan...though I do sense a small, dark cloud in his mind.

The smile, more rougish than it was before, was still on his face as he crossed him arms. "So...hero...is there something you want with me or are you here for the drinks from the sewers?"

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This was the last thing Cartina needed, so much for time out of the armor...

She decided to follow Jasyn, who found himself in room number 5 of a nearby hotel...

But before a confrontation, she needed to change attire...

Docking Bay 16

The access port to the Otana's Rival was ajar...

Cartina took her Westar-34 blaster from a very concealed place on her person, ready for anything that possibly would appear from the darkness of the hanger...

Many things appeared to be missing from within her ship, most noteably her blasters... a Bryar-pistol, and the Tenloss DXR-6 Disruptor rifle...

And... her prisoner...

Quickly, furiously, she adorned herself in armor...

Armed with her lone blaster, Cartina made a trip next door... to docking bay 17...

Easily within the SHIMMERING SCIMITAR, Cartina found many objects that belonged to her... and a few things that didn't...

Although, she did not find her prisoner...

Lugging these objects back to her ship, and making sure no one would be able to enter the Otana's Rival... she placed several proximity mines around the inside of ALL entrances to the ship...

The Azure Planetoid, Room number 7

Cartina set up some surveillance equipment, and simply started recording...

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"why did you kill that guard? He did nothing to bother you. I said to him with a little anger in my voice.

"I will not press any charges if you leave this planet now."

I looked at him hastily and waited for him to reply.

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Some people nearby started to leave, and the bartender himself began to shake, ready duck underneath the bar itself.

"Well if it makes you feel any better, the guard died in the line of duty...looking at pictures and sniffing out people's garbage in their bags."

Romanus could sense the anger building up, and he felt that he may have taunted long enough. "I have some...business...to attend to upstairs. So I'll tell you what...you leave right now and you'll still be in one piece. But if you want to do it the hard way..."

Romanus threw his arms apart, his coat flying open and exposing the array of weaponry he had. Knives, spikes, poisonous darts were in rows of the inside of the coat...and the silver, cylindrical shape of a lightsaber rested on the side of his belt.

"I'm game."

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I stepped back in front the doorway that way I could just dive to the side and doge anything he threw at me.

"You may think you have beaten me now, but next time you might not have those weapons at your side and when that time comes I'll be there." I said.

and with that i ran out the door mixing into the crowd.

When i got home I could do nothing but think.There are too many jedi here. Plus i've mad an emeny now. i think its time for me to leave this place.

I slowly packed all my belongings into a suitcase and went to get my other jedi robe to pack when i stopped at the mirror and looked at myself. My blue eyes and black hair that was short. i had a mustache that i decided to grow.This isn't me. I'm begining to look like my father and act like him. the real me would try to find out why that guy is here and make so more friends to help me while i'm at.I thought.

I turned away from the mirror and dropped my suitcase on the ground and fell on my bed falling into a deep sleep.

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"And I'll be waiting." he said, the smile fading.

Smart lad...wonder where his master was...

Shrugging his shoulders, the assassin turned around to head for the staircase.

"HEY!" the bartender shouted. Romanus stopped to look at him. "You just gotten rid of my best customers! I oughta--"

"Shut up." the Dark Jedi replied. Romanus waved his hand, and a beer bottle flew off from the shelf behind the bartender and smashed into his head, knocking him out.

Had enough interruptions for one day...

In Room Number 14...

"What took you so long?" The Twi'lek asked, sitting on the bed with an anxious look on her face. "I heard yelling downstairs..."

"Just a bunch of drunks..." Romanus replied, taking off his trench coat and letting drop to the floor. "Relax, don't worry about it." he said with the same, sly smile he had before.

His headache was starting to feel better.

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"I think I should go, but before I leave I want to say my final 'goodbye'." The black haired warrior told himself, coming to a stand with the sheer thrust of his movement shifting his long Jedi robe swung to the side. Heading slowly toward the door, he exited with a calm, but contemplative demanor. Reaching at his robe he pulled it closer to him, keeping his body warm as he ventured down the streets toward the 'inn.'.

Coming before the The Azure Planetoid, his eyes motioning with a sense of interest over the title as he came to the door, he reached into the belly of the Force. Wandering for the answer in the white void of all things, he grasped what he had searched for. The force investigation had came to a conclusion and without a hint of hesitation he was inside the building.

Heading toward the elevator, he placed his simply spoke the level and the highly enhanced building transporter was on it's path. Coming to the coordinates he had commanded, the young Jedi was out, continuing down the long, yet slender hall.

Standing silently before the door, he began knocking, hitting the door repeatedly.

Knock!

Knock!

Knock!

"Excuse me Galen, are you in there...?" The Jedi confusedly, but casually asked to the possible uninhabitated room.

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"Hey!" I bolted upright, my eyes wide. "Look out for the cliff!"

I blinked then, trying to chase momentary confusion from my brain, and finally succeeded with the realization that I wasn't riding Ignatio along the Tahika Cliffs, but was in a bed in my room in the Azure Planetoid in Piriingisi on Sullust, and someone was pounding on my door.

Shaking my head -- Khaandon's Ghost, but I must have been out deep! -- I stretched my arms, then wiped the remnants of sleep from my eyes. Running a hand through my hair, which probably looked like a sandrat's nest, I swung my legs off the side of the bed and stood up. A garbling sort of snuffle grasped my attention; whirling, I found Malf dozing away in a chair in a dark corner of the room, his great hands clasped on his belly as he snored peacefully on.

I smiled, and went to my door.

"Who is it?" I asked, sure as Roon's Treasure not planning on opening it up unless I was certain there was friend and not foe on the other side.

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He bolted to the door, before Galen could get anywhere near it...

Opening it, he pounced on the young Jedi...

Grasping him by his tunic, Malf lifted him off his feet and took him to the nearest turbolift...

Malf tossed the young man into the lift, and stood waiting for the doors to close...

They did so, as Malf let out one last short mountain-cat-roar toward the dazed Jedi...

And stay out...

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"What's wrong?" The girl asked. He stared ahead, into the wall, an alarmed look on his face.

For a short time, he felt another ripple in the Force. Someone had come into the Inn as well...

Can't be that Padawan again...this one seems...darker...more experienced...interesting.

Romanus started to relax a bit, and looked back down at the Twi'lek, herself worried as to what was going on.

"Thought I heard something...nothing to worry about."

I'll figure it out later...

At that, he wrapped the bed sheets around them again...

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The words flew out of my mouth, colliding with Malf's ears the moment I myself collided with the bed once again. I hit it on my back, bounced once, and half rolled, half flew off the other side. My constant workouts came in good stead for me... I almost landed on my feet, almost....

I shot to them quickly enough, though, one hand unobtrusively going to my backside to rub it as I launched my body over the bed again, flying now to the doorway just in time to see Malf introducing none other than Lumbia to the nearest lift in a non-too friendly fashion.

"Malf!" I hollered, unthinking. "What the hell are you doing?"

I ran out of the room then, only to come to a rather abrupt, sliding stop as the lift doors closed in my face.

I just stood there, gawping, wondering why Lumbia had come to the room, wondering why Malf was so adamant that I not speak to him, wondering why I was just standing there wondering such things when I could find the answers for myself.

"That was rude, buddy!" I hollered over my shoulder as I now turned and ran off toward the nearest stairs, taking them two at a time, flying down them with winged feet, and hoping like hell I'd catch Lumbia at the bottom.

And I was in luck. I skidded to a halt at the front of the lift, and had just run my hand through my hair again when they opened, revealing Lumbia, who had a somewhat confused expression on his face.

"Hi, er, sorry about that," I said, nodding to him. Then I fell into silence, unable to think of what else to say other than, "Was that you knocking on my door?"

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"Well I'm fine, I just want to know who was that?" He asked, his eyebrow arching upward in further confusion, though his smile was kind and gentle.

Placing his hand behind his back now in less alarm, he inhaled & exhaled, reaching for a more calmer demanor, knowing his adernaline was on it's climax from the assault of the furry thing.

Gulping as he clutched the calm posture, he reached into his memory, slowing down the recorded tatics of the furry creature.

"Must be a Wookie..." Lumbia though, running his left hand through his hair, keeping it from dropping over his eye.

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"That's-- that's, er... well, that's just Malf," I finally managed with a little shrug. "He's on some sort of crusade to keep me from harm, you'll have to forgive him. He does tend to get a bit on the overzealous side, but he's really ok once he's got some food in him...."

I trailed off a bit awkwardly, realizing that Lumbia was still standing in the lift, and that other beings were beginning to hover around, some trying to enter, others politely waiting for him to depart before they themselves went into the device.

"Ummm... was there, ahhh, anything in particular you wanted to talk about?" I finally asked, stepping back a bit and holding out an arm, that he would have room to depart the lift if he chose to do so.

"We can go sit in the lobby, or there's a little restaurant here, or go back up to my room; Malf's ok, really!" I amended the last statement, then fell silent, waiting to see what he wanted to do, if anything.

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A silence ran through the lift as people exited, going onto the cooridors leading to the rooms they seeked. The crowd that had drove Lumbia to hold Galen close slowly vanished, he began with his comment, his eyes held strong to keep a clam, but powerful composure.

"Galen, is Malf a Wookie?" The black haired Force specialist said, his lips arching upward in frown of concern, pushing outward as the results of an 'ever-going' habit.

The door slid open, revealing the lavishly carpeted hall that the Jedi had been thrown across. The protective furred being still standing jealously behind the door. Prepared to do the same actions as he did previous.

Lumbia took his gentlemen stand forward, placing a hand out, gesturing aide for her departure of the lift. Staring into her eyes as he gently grabbed her palm, kissing the top with cavalier sensation flushing from his every pore from the action. Pulling his lips away as he gazed deeply into her eyes, but keeping his calm, casual composure the whole time.

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I opened my mouth. Closed it. Blinked a couple times for good measure. Opened my mouth again, and tried to speak.

Realized I now probably looked like some kind of weird cross between aforementioned Gandy Rak and opee, I swallowed, for some reason utterly unable to get past the block of duracrete which plopped into existence out of absolutely nowhere, right smack in the middle of my thoughts, and which kept me standing there, hand in Lumbia's, looking for all the world like the universe's biggest idiot.

It was only when I heard the wrath of god letting out it's valkyrie cry, and saw the trumpet of doom descending that I found incentive to move. However, the words only managed to whisper from my lips.

Sure hope the furball hears as well as he eats....

"It's- it's ok, Malf," I stammered, finally taking a step forward from the lift and coming to a halt between the two before my Knight in Shining Locks completely misunderstood and threw Lumbia back into the lift for round two. That movement gave me the incentive to finally loosen my hand from the warm one which held it. I slid it to my side, the palm suddenly sweaty, still staring into Lumbia's eyes, now cocking my head a bit as I tried to penetrate their depths to get a better handle on the situation.

I wasn't quite sure what I was seeing there... but I knew sure as there's Treasure on Roon that nothing but confusion mixed with too-recent despair and pain was rumbling about in my own brown pair.

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He stepped into the lift, as the doors were closing behind him with Galen in their wake...

The doors opened on ground floor, Lumbia strewn over Malf's left shoulder...

Malf walked Lumbia out onto the streets, tossing him on his bum...

See how he likes the hard coldness that are the Sullustian streets...

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"MALF!!" I hollered, grimacing and plucking at his fur as he snatched Lumbia from his feet as easily as I would pluck a flower, and re-entered the lift. I just barely got inside with them, tugging at a furry arm which felt like carpet-encased durasteel.

"Let him go, Malf! He wasn't trying to hurt me!"

To no avail. My self-appointed guardian merely yodeled something indecipherable and at an acoustic level far too intense for the small confines of the lift. When I finally pulled my hands from my ears and opened my eyes, it was to see the lift doors in the process of closing...

...and the rapidly dwindling image of Malf framed neatly between them, a struggling Lumbia over his shoulder like yesterday's laundry.

I slammed my shoulder into the closing doors, and barreled off after the two.
"Malf!" I repeated as I burst out into the streets, where he had just tossed the hapless Lumbia out upon that part of his anatomy best suited for landing, if one had to make such a choice.

I scowled up at the gurbling furball, who was shaking his fist at Lumbia.

"Malf, I said he wasn't trying to hurt us!" I cried, reaching out to capture his attention by grasping one iron-bound arm with both hands. By herculean tugging, literally lifting my feet and swinging thereupon, I managed to get him to recognize the fact that I was there. I dropped back to the ground, something of a smile now fighting the frown which had smeared my features.

"I don't think he was trying anything, er-- bad, buddy," I whispered, reaching up to lay a hand fondly upon his cheek. "But he did have something to talk about; now, I'm going over to try to find out one more time what that was. Please don't be such a worry-worrt, ok?"

With that I patted his cheek, then turned and hurried to where Lumbia was sitting up, shaking his head. I stood over him there, then held out an assisting hand.

"It seems I keep on apologizing for my, er... companion, but once again I'm sorry for his...er, enthusiasm." I leaned down a bit closer, a wry smile on my lips.

"He thinks he's my father, but he won't admit that," I quipped quietly, then let the little grin widen into a softer, more genuine smile.

"Let me help you up," I finished with, still standing there, waiting for him to reply, amending that offer with, "And oh- he's not a Wookiee...."

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Finding the path of the light more attractive he ventured forward, slow and gradually toward the door. Gently caressing the palm of Galen he took her within the lift once more.

The advance elevator slowly lifted them upward, the two motionless and silent during the transport, though with even the dark actions of Malf, a kindle sensation clashed with the aura from the power of light. Lumbia stared down as the door once again opened, his senses spreading through the vacinity, grasping every object with his hearing ability. The soundwaves ran through, allowing him to capture ever motion.

Knowing the station of Malf, only a few feet away, he jumped forward, reaching for Galen. Pulling her gently, but in a thrusting action, to his body he pointed quickly at her.

"Excuse me, I'm not trying to hurt your...daughter. I am just trying to talk to her." The Jedi said, attempting to be diplomatic about this physical situation. Holding his ground, and his guard, prepared for any sort of assault or attacking action.

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