He paused, stepping away from the table, and motioning to Jasyn. "Follow me."

Without further word Seth began leading Jasyn through the maze of levels in Cloud City, nodding to a person here or there, exchanging some brief words with a few others, but for the most part keeping up his pace and focused on getting Jasyn to where his ship was berthed. Jasyn had to wonder if a bit of Zekkin's eagerness to help stemmed from curiosity regarding the rumored humanoid...

...a Sith no doubt...

...and Jasyn couldn't really say that he blamed him. He also couldn't help but wonder who this Sith was, surprised to find himself hoping it was Lord Aelvedaar. After all, While Sith in general spooked him, the Dark Lord was one of the only ones, if not the only one, that he felt he could trust at all.

But knowing his luck it was probably someone like that kriffing fat-headed Master father of Phalomir's.

Jasyn scowled at the thought as Seth's steps began to slow and they entered a well-kept, personal docking bay. Zekkin stopped completely as they approached a sleek little YT-3000.

Jasyn whistled, impressed. "Nice ship!" he commented as Zekkin punched in a code to release the hatch. Seth turned and smiled. "An aquisition from your fine comppany," Seth said with a smile, extending a hand to prompt Jasyn to board ship. Seth followed Jasyn in, closed the hatch behind him, and headed for the cabin where he began warming the engines.

"While we're waiting for her to warm, lemme give a friend in the medical center on Tiabannapolis a comm and see if we can get any more info on this red-skinned humanoid."

Jasyn nodded. "Yeah, good idea," Jasyn agreed, taking a seat at the copilot's station as Seth did just that and the engines of his ship came fully online. Before a reply came in to the message they were already on their way to Tiabannopolis.

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She didn't know this, of course. All she knew was what a quick little mind-dip told her: that when in reply to her words Cazun offered to lead her to the Tibannopolis Space Port, he was telling the truth. No subterfuge or hidden agenda to be found.

He finds me a damsel in distress... she couldn't help musing to herself as, rising to her feet, she waited while the man paid his and her charges. Such must be rewarded.

Following along with him into the corridors of Tibannopolis, she was musing just how she could do just that -- without in turn revealing too much about herself -- when something began to niggle within her. At first she tried to ignore it, merely frowning a bit as they walked along. Cazun of course, being her self-appointed Knight in Shining Armor, noticed this at once.

"It- it is nothing," she stammered, trying to regain her former air of innocent aplomb. But this was quite the difficult thing to do, since the niggle was growing in leaps and bounds, now spreading through her every vein, coursing through her blood, racing into her brain and into her heart.

She stopped abruptly as recognition slammed into her.

It is the Magick of the Sith.

She hadn't felt this in aeons, it seemed. The last to use such to reach out to her had been Recinis, and prior to that her dear Lord and Teacher, Dark Lord Aelvedaar. Perhaps it was one of them, finding her here on this remote planet against all understandable odds?

She closed her eyes, oblivious to Cazun's worried inquiries, and simply let the magick continue with its contact.

I am here, she finally let slip back along the link, and in that return learned if not from whom, at last from where it had originated.

This very city. Quite close.

Her eyes flew open in shock.

"Come, my friend," she said in apparent, and altogether worrisome non sequiteur. "We must hasten."

With that she wound her arm into Cazun's own, and began to move faster through the now-lessening crowd, trying to home in on the magickal Call of the Sith now ringing like a trumpet in her ears.

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"My Daughter; it is I, come to find thee. Much needs be done; come, you must hasten back to the Sorcerer world that plans in the making may begin seeking fruition."

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Jasyn frowned as this report came through.

Kriffing hell, if only K'khil had a comm unit he could be reached on, he thought to himself.

But that particular thought prompted another, logical possibility.

"Hey, Zekkin--can your friend find out if the Verpine is still in the medical center and have someone give him a message that I'm on-planet and enroute to the medical center on Tiabannopolis to find him?"

Seth nodded, transmitted the message, and then got to the business of docking his personal ship in a private docking bay on Tiabannapolis. Likewise it had taken little time for the message to return that both the unnamed humanoid and the Verpine had departed.

"Bloody hell," Jasyn growled. "Now I'm back to square one."

Seth turned and regarded him as he finalized docking procedures and the ship met the tarmac with a graceful whoosh.

"Maybe not entirely, Zekkin commented. "After all, finding a wounded female and even a single Verpine in Tiabannapolis may be difficult; but finding a much-talked about, potentially injured being that nobody recognizes will not be."

He paused, releasing the hatch and getting to his feet, heading for it with Jasyn closely behind.

"You have something in mind?" Jasyn queried somewhat rhetorically.

"Sure," the other man said, turning to Jasyn. "My source does know that the med center the unknown being and Verpine departed from was here in Sector 3; they did not depart all that long ago, so they should not have gone far. We're going to head that way now...

...and in the meantime I'm gonna send a friend out to find these guys at let the Verpine know you are looking for him."

As he said this, Seth punched a few buttons on his wristcomm to send precisely that message out. "Now, hopefully between my friend--a local resident and mine owner in Tiabannapolis--and ourselves we can have some success."

Jasyn nodded. "Sounds like a plan," he acknowledged as both he and Zekkin began heading into the medical center, towards the specified area where the humanoid had been staying until just a short time ago.

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"My dear Sire! It warms my heart to once again make contact with you! But where on Bespin are you now? I received your first contact, that via Sith magicks alone, mere moments ago; tell me where you are, that I might come to you!"

((OOC: Reply cross-posts into Another Shade of All in the "Jedi Sith" forums, thank you.))

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"No, my child; it was not I. By the Octahedron's Truths, I have discerned that in fact it is the Master who is close by to you on Bespin. The Verpine, K'kihl, accompanies him.

"Take a care, Daughter; perhaps you should return here to Khar Delba at this time? From here together we might discover the truth of what is happening on that gaseous planet, for it appears there is much more at hand than what merely meets the eye."

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"I am in the accompaniment of a human male, my Sire, one whose immediate concern is to assist me. I feel it unwise at this time to reveal myself fully to him; also, I have covenant with K'kihl. I need extricate him from his predicament, which at least for the moment does not seem to be a lethal one.

"Let me do so before it does indeed develop into that. Upon retrieving him from the clutches of the Master, we shall both return to you and my beloved Khar Delba."

The final words slid from her mouth before she realized what they were, causing her eyes to fly open in surprise as she assimilated them. Then a small smile graced her features: indeed was Khar Delba beloved to her.

For it was there she had come to find the beginnings of who and what she now was.

Ignoring the words of concern coming at her from her companion, she finished her thoughts to the Dark Lord of the Sorcerers:

"I do not believe this shall take long, my Sire. We shall soon be with you."

With that she turned to settle the by now very anxious Cazun Farr.

"Tell me, my dear Gentleman Farr," she began out of the blue, now lending him her wide, violet eyes.

"How adept are you in... physically coming to the aid of a Lady?

"Should the need present itself," she hastily amended before falling silent.

This of course took the miner quite aback. For although he was all about making certain the desires and needs of the feminine set were given, if within his ability, he was no fighter. And he couldn't help but wonder if there was something more about this striking female than what she had told him earlier.

"Ahh... physical?" he stammered, not yet letting his touch be removed from her arm. His eyes met her unflinching violet pair.

"Ummm... well, I've not really been into much other than an occasional bar fight or two," he finally admitted, scratching his head with perplexity. "But if there's someone here who needs to hit the floor, I think I could find it within myself to do the job for ya."

She smiled in return.

"There may be no actual need for that, Gentleman Farr," she returned as, entwining her arm once more in his, she now began taking the lead. "But just the simple knowledge that you would be there for me, is enough.

"There is a friend of mine we must hasten to retrieve, before we go to the Space Port. He is with someone who... may attempt to strike physical blows against us; I do need to help this friend, for he has most certainly helped me."

She paused a moment, turned to look him straight in the eye again.

"As you are doing now, my dear Gentleman Farr."

((OOC: Graysith's reply goes to Aelvedaar in Another Shade of All in the "Jedi/Sith" forums, thank you.))

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As they continued along, sightings lessened, mainly because as they passed through increasingly lavish sectors, fewer beings were lurking about to see anyone. Jasyn was beginning to think they were again at a dead end, and he would have to go back to square one, when travelling through what appeared to be some upscale living areas he cauht sight of a rather bizarre sight: that of a Verpine, framed by a nearby doorway, looking about as surprised as a Verpine could with the lack of facial muscles that they had. Jasyn was just about to call out K'khil's hname, relieved to find him, when the other character with him caught Jasyn's eye as well. He stopped suddenly, eyeing the Master, who was not turned in a direction to see him approach, and reached down to the blaster in his weapons belt, much to Zekkin's surprise.

"Wha...?" the other man began before he really saw the look in Jasyn's eye and stopped himself from making any further noise...

...which of course, was probably entirely too late for any such action to be of any use.

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But bless his flea-bitten lil ol soul, he didn't even flinch about it. Rather, he seemed to puff out his chest a bit, as if unconsciously understanding the fact that he was needed in this case -- whatever the hell that might be -- and even if that need might not be quite what he had first imagined when coming to the aid of what he'd thought to be a gentlefem in dire need.

"Please, there is somewhere else we must go before you take me back to the Publick Docking Bay," Graysith suddenly spoke, tightening her grip just the tiniest bit more even as she seemed to melt against his body. "I need to go there, to... to find my sister, and my ship. It... will help."

She turned her face up to his, blinking her brilliant violet eyes to soften the gaffe she may have just made. It seemed to work, or else he didn't even notice the slight maladjustment.

"Sure, lady; anything you say," he said grandly, growing so bold as to place one arm about her shoulders. She made no indication if she was offended by this, but rather seemed to press more closely to his side.

"Good," she breathed, even while her thoughts whirled about in her head.

He is here, K'kihl is with him; is he friend or foe? My Sire wishes me to return to Khar Delba, but I cannot without the Verpine... and what to do with this gentleman?

Her thoughts were interrupted by an inquisitive pressure about her shoulder.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll get ya where you're going. And in the meantime, you're safe with me."

She blinked, her focus brought back enough to smile up at him, and by simply nodding let him know that his plan was A-OK with her.
But her smile dimmed as he took the lead, ignoring her subtle body language in lieue of getting her to where he thought she needed to be, and with the dimming she allowed her mind to reach out once again.

The route? The pathway opened by Sith magick.

I am here, where is it that you are, that we might meet? she sent back to The Master.

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And that was when Jasyn decided it would be better to act now, and ask questions later.

Quickly shifting his blaster to stun, he fired off a quick couple of shots directly into the Master's back before anyone could say a word or move a muscle. As the Master's body crumpled to the ground in the doorway--much to K'khil's surprise--Jasyn moved in, keeping his blaster trained on the Master despite his now stunned state.

"How the kriffing hell did he get here?" Jasyn asked, motioning towards the Master with his free hand. "And what happened? Is the Dark--"

He paused, self-correcting. "--Jharmeen with you?"

Trailing then, he looked to K'khil, still keeping his blaster pointed at the Master...

...and wondering if he should change blaster settings just in case.

Somehow he knew the guy couldn't be trusted...

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However, logic kept running though his head, offsetting his first emotional reaction by trying to instill within him a better pathway of action to choose.

This happening, proof it is, of someone with power the Master is afraid. The words marched across his mind even as he dropped to a crouch beside the fallen body, one manipulatory appendage shooting out to assess the damage, the other steadying himself as he kept his eyes peeled for further trouble. About him, the few citizens nearby had reacted out of their own personal preferences: one gentlebeing in the process of departing the Blue Asteroid zipped back into hiding, now poking his face carefully out from hehind his own blaster in preparation of any further annoyances. Others had merely vanished into thin air, air which yet seemed to echo with the screams of a few fems who had likewise vanished.

K'kihl tossed a fast look to the man with a blaster, and crouched even lower, trying to reduce his silhouette in what might end up being line of potential cross-fire. He shook the Master, suddenly concerned.

With this unknown attacker, perhaps the Dark Lady is, his racing thoughts continued as he kept trying to bring the man back to consciousness.

How help her now can I?

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]i]Aww, hell, he doesn't know you from Adam, let alone know why you've come in with your blaster blazing![/i]

Jasyn lowered his blaster...

...but not entirely. After all, he still didn't trust the Master for all the worlds. But his brain was finally kicking out of its initial reactionary mode to one of clearer thought, one in which he was trying to remember when he'd even seen K'khil last...

...and how he could prove to him that he wasn't just an insane man with a loaded weapon. Honestly, he couldn't think of where or when he'd actually seen K'khil last, at least not via anything other than that device Aeylmaar had. But he knew that they had met, at least once...

...somewhere. Jasyn's eyes defocused a little bit, and he frowned to himself.

Lessee....seems like Terrin, Galen, Matt, and himself were on the lam from Actar and had gone to some planet or another to hide out...

...when Terrin and Galen had crossed paths with K'khil and Yaoksi and they had all ended up blasting off-planet together to get away from Actar's Imperial lackeys.

Jasyn pursed his lips a bit harder, still thoughtful. And then Terrin had his arm ripped off by a Sith demon on Yaoksi's ship, and they'd headed to Sullust, and then all hell continued to descend once they had arrived there.

Jasyn forced himself away from those thoughts with some effort. "K'khil, it's me, Jasyn," he finally said. "I'm Terrin Danner's employee."

He paused, still trying to think of something that would validate that he was telling the truth for the Verpine. "We met in Dalius City and on the Devil May Care, way back when he lost his arm..."

He trailed. And when the Sith continued to hound them, and to leave not only physical scars, but also those of the most definite emotional and psychological variety, Jasyn thought darkly.

Although some of those things had changed, some of them, it seemed, never ever would...

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As life seemed to return to a semblance of normalcy, the Verpine rose to his feet. He cocked his head a bit to one side, his mandibles clacking a little in the Verpine equivalent of licking his lips, before finally speaking.

"Small universe, this indeed is."

He remained quiet a second or two more, then pressed on.

"Ask you would I, this one here why you shot," he stated in a tone of voice too calm to truly represent the flutterbys still roiling around in his gut. "But for discussion we have not the time; perhaps scarce should we all now become?

"The arrival of officers of law enforcement, fear I."

Without waiting for a reply he reached down and grabbed the unconscious man by one arm. Them he stood fully upright, slinging him over his shoulder in an amazing display of Verpine muscle. For insectoid were the Verpine, and thus harbored the same relative body-strength-to-body size as did their smaller, less intelligent brethren.

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...although he was looking awfully surprised. Jasyn almost felt guilty as he quirked a brow at the delegate questioningly. Zekkin seemed to shake himself, then nodded with a sigh.

"He can help keep us..."

A brief pause. You mean YOU, you trigger-happy idiot...!

"...out of gaining too much attention."

Pausing then, Jasyn really wished he had thought things through before he went shooting. "I've got a ship somewhere nearby...

...but maybe you want to lead the way to where we can become scarce?" he asked the Verpine, considering that he really wouldn't want to trust a guy would shot someone down out of the blue either...

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Now gone is she, of unknown physical well-being is she, he berated himself silently. He shifted the silent body once, twice, then began moving along the walkway, his eyes busily searching for a place--

Any place!

--where they could at least be away from prying eyes, especially those of the aforementioned law enforcement officials.

"Know I not where to go; have I TIE fighter docked, umm--"

He stopped awkwardly, unwilling to so much as drop the slightest word about anything concerning his and Jharmeen's arrival here in Tibannopolis, should said word end up blossoming into a flytrap of killer proportions once again.

"--somewhere," he finished awkwardly. The body of the Master lifted and fell as he shrugged.

"But need I not TIE, for not room enough for two is there..."

A brief pause ensued while he battled inwardly in the face of this bald-faced lie. But, all for the best, until things could be sorted out...

His keen faceted eyes spotted something ahead. It was a set of stairs heading down, going to a different level of this city in the clouds. Hoisting the Master more comfortably on his shoulder he made a beeline for them, and headed into the dimness below.

"Perhaps away from all other eyes here can we be," he mentioned as he continued downward, his clattering footsteps echoing off the duracrete walls of what appeared more and more to be something along the lines of a subway entrance. Or something of a subterranean nature, at the very least.

Odd enough, that, to be found in a floating city.

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"You owe me," the other finished. "Now get going. I'm gonna stay up here and straighten things out before security comes and gets you," he said then simply, pausing a moment himself. "I've got your promise on those ships, right?"

Jasyn nodded. "Thanks. I'll be in contact shortly."

Then with nothing further, he headed downward behind the Verpine, knowing that if he didn't fix the first impression he'd just given the insectoid, that he might not ever establish the trust he needed to do what he'd promised Aeylmaar he would. As they stepped into what very much looked like some sort of transport station-- one which conveniently was bustling with characters and activities-- Jasyn called out after the Verpine.

"Look, Aeylmaar sent me here to find you and Jharmeen," he stated, still feeling awkward about referring to her by her true name. "Maybe we can find somewhre a bit calmer to talk?" he then queried. "There's alot going on."

He glanced around himself a bit as they continued to work through the crowds, blending in, noting that every once in a while there was an alleyway of sorts in the transport station. All things considered, however, Jasyn wondered if it wouldn't be best just to get away from Tiabannapolis altogether.

But if Graysith was here somewhere with K'kihl, then maybe that wouldn't be such a good idea.

"Sorry about what happened back there..."

Are you really, now? a shoulder devil chortled.

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The soft chatter of voices echoed from the walls, but seemed to be fading...

He clicked his manibles with a jerk, looked about himself to find others growing quieter by degrees as in bits and pieces the group took active notice of their arrival. With a start he realized it was due to the appearance of the limp form he carried.

"Drink not," he finally asserted with a final clack.

That seemed to do the trick, for all interest in them vanished like smoke on the wind. Heaving a little sigh, he headed to the wall nearest to them and gently propped the Master against it. He straightened, and finally turned to Jasyn.

"Seeking the Dark La- Jharmeen, am I as well," he admitted in a low voice, then seeing as how the man had been sent here by the Sith decided that discretion needed serve no longer as the greater part of valor.

"Sent here was I, by Lord Phalomir, the Dark Lady to aid," he went on in a fast, low whisper. "Hurt was she on Endor; here to medical facility came we. But separated became we; coming into play did this one at that point."

He waved a manipulatory appendage toward the quiet form huddling on the platform. K'kihl cocked his head a bit to one side as he surveyed the Master; the man's head was at an odd angle, slumped down against his chest and a bit sideways. He reached out and gently straightened it, then went on.

"Come to assist the Lady, claims he, as the Dark Lord now a Lord of evil has become. At least asserts this one...

"...who in the assertion did bring no harm to me."

He stopped with that, returning his full focus to Jasyn once again.

"Proof of his words in the heart of Jharmeen there is. Find her we must," he concluded, thus stating in the only manner he knew how what the Master had tried to explain to him.

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Jasyn paused, frowning, now looking over to the stunned Master. "I don't trust him further than I can throw him. He has a sordid history of changing rontos mindstream, being a friend one second and being an enemy the next, but maybe he's onto something."

Jasyn paused, chewing his lip. "All this just means we really need to find her now; in the Octahedron Aeylmaar also saw Shayla Stargazer--"

Pausing another moment, Jasyn tried to remember if K'kihl even knew who that was. "--the Dark Lady's adept, travelling along with ShaRhylla and Lord Phalomir."

Jasyn shook his head. "Rhylla is notorious for being outright nasty to us all and trying to oust her mother...

...and I have no idea why the hell Phalomir would be with her."

He scowled. "I have a very bad feeling about this."

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"Yes," he replied succinctly. After a few moments ticked by, he went on.

"Perhaps knowledge more, this one has," he observed with a wave toward the still quiet form. "Perhaps awaken him, should we."

Now he turned his attention to the slumped figure. After another second or so had passed, he gave him a not so gentle nudge with one foot.

"Wake up," he said, and nudged him again.

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"I don't know if I can bring myself to trust what he has to offer or not," he admitted, his brown eyes darkening. He couldn't remember exactly why he distrusted the Sith so...

...but he was certain it was justified. After all, the guy had managed to come and go even more so than Graysith herself, which was saying quite a lot, all things considered. "Maybe my buddy above can help us find the Dark Lady in the meantime?" he queried then. "Surely she hasn't gone far, unless she has acquired transportation somehow.

Or unless she has used some of those wierd powers of hers to go off on her own, came a foreboding mental addnedum.

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Her concern grew into monstrous proportions when the Sith magick link suddenly blanked out.

She stumbled in surprise, recovering enough to let herself fall against the muscular body of the miner. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, lifting a hand in dismissal as he inquired if they had been moving too quickly.

"No, not quickly enough I fear," she said cryptically, now bringing them both to a standing halt while she cast about herself with the All.

Nothing. It was as if the Master had simply vanished into thin air.

She shook her head, angry with herself that she had not backed up that magickal link with one of her own making. Now all she had to go on was a general trend, a mere straightline direction as the crow flies.

And a crow could fly up and down while he flew overhead, couldn't he?

"Let us hurry, please," she asserted, now actively tugging Cazun along as she stepped out in the direction they had been going. Then surprise creased her features as some of their surroundings became somehow more familiar to her.

Hadn't she passed this establishment? Didn't that sign look like one she'd seen before? Wasn't that the very wall she had fallen against, when the link between her and Shayla had mysteriously snapped?

A niggle crept into her thoughts.

The Master is cunning, of that there is no doubt. There would be a fairly good certainty that he might have tracked down her location, had found the place she had been taken to, presumably to heal... although of the latter she actually had no idea.

It might have been that he himself had taken her there, after all.

She drew in a breath, now stepping steadily, with conviction, letting drop more and more the pretense that it was upon Cazun Farr that she depended for assistance. More and more there began to project an aura of that which indeed she was:

The Chosen One of the Dark Lord of the Sorcerers, and the Dark Lady of the Warrior clan of the Sith.

She didn't even notice the opening to the subterranean transport, so intent was she upon retracing her former steps...

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Silence descended, stressing the fact that they were now alone on the platform.

K'kihl gave the Master's body another nudge, then looked up at Jasyn.

"Perhaps assist, your man can," he finally agreed. And then he lowered his body stance a bit, leaned conspiratorily in Jasyn's direction, every nuance of body language allowing that his next words were ones to not dismiss lightly.

"That Phalomir would be with this nasty young one, some sense does make," he admitted in a low tone of voice, as from the depths of his memory something suddenly burst forth. Indeed, suddenly all was making sense, albeit sense he did not want to admit.

The Dark Lady, seen in anguish, more than likely by the use of Sith magicks. So, they were well armed once more, presuming of course that they too had lost their talents. But in anguish, why other would it be? Was it the adept? Did this Dark Lady hold the adept in such esteem, that by now being dark herself it would stab her to the very heart?

For indeed, she was dark. K'kihl had always thought of her in that manner, for that was how he had come to know of her. But that made no sense; light was dark and dark was light; who was to trust, and who not?

It was enough to make his head spin. He needed someone to talk with about it all; oh for the nonsensical straight-forward approach of his one-time companion, Boss Sorben.

But that was not to be. The closest he had was this man, one who likewise seemed to be acquainted with those he himself was, but perhaps being one holding only partial pieces to a far bigger puzzle. Time to divest himself of those he held; at the least, it would indeed puzzle this man, and at the most give him information that might be invaluable to them both.

"This adept, Shayla; dark is she, dark has she been, traveling in the presence of--"

He paused, looked to the Master.

"This one." He gave him another nudge with his foot, but one far less gentle than before.

"This one states Phalomir is dark, and travels to harm the Dark Lady. But know I that Lord Phalomir loves her."

He leaned closer yet to Jasyn.

"Know I as well, clones of him, this Phalomir, there do exist. Why, I know not. But more than one Phalomir is there, in this universe, that I have myself seen with my own eyes."

He paused, juggling information, suddenly all a-dither. His mandibles clacked and clattered.

Which Phalomir was it, that had sent him here to Bespin, where he had immediately been separated from his charge, who then had so suddenly disappeared?

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Jasyn sighed. "Something about that seems off to me, and trying to figure out if any of these guys are going to be helpful or stab you in the back is getting old. And now you're saying there are Phalomir clones, and some of them might not be friendlies either?"

Jasyn paused, shaking his head in frustration. The transport station fell into an almost eerie, damning silence, now and again marred by potential footsteps of one or more travellers and passersby.

Jasyn reached for his commlink. "Is there any info I can give my buddy up there to help us find the Dark Lady. I suddenly just want to find her and get the hell out of here."

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"To the very establishment, where shot you this one, was the Lady taken. But from there has she vanished." He then quickly, if unnecessarily, repeated the address of the posh hotel-cum-medical center where Jharmeen had been deposited in lieue of a true hospital.

"And that red hair she has, her sister in like."

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Meanwhile, the passageway fell into almost errie silence once more as the transit vessel whooshed off on its merry way. The silence passed by for a few moments after Zekkin sent acknowledgement of his request, but was then marred by a rhythmic, almost decisive pattern of footsteps, entwined with another pair that seemed a little less certain.

Despite his resolve to keep cool, Jasyn couldn't stop his hand from straying back down to his blaster as he wondered if Seth had failed and the authorities were coming after him anyway. Those did, after all, seem like rather purposeful, intentional, movements coming in their general direction.

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