The quiet, yet tense trail of the night acording to the preivous planet in which the two within the craft they were on. Still, one, the youngest of the two trained vigorously, much wiser then he was when he approached that planet. His ability expanding beyond even the dreams imagination. Za'in, the boy who had sneaked away, all those years back to rest on the throne as a Jedi Knight, and rebell against his enemy was now a teenager who weild a lightsaber of pure dim, and had the abilities to defend himself against packs of beings- but only one thing wasn't enhanced; his force abiliity.

The young boy, sotod prideful in the darkness of the back of the ship, with his lightsaber's handle held tightly within the grip of the boy, as his teeth went into a grind of frustratoin, and anger. Swinging quickly about, he striked at the air, with a few flips going back to the cockpit, and bouncing around yet again away from it.

The thumping of the feet vibrated through the ship, as it headed down in its hyperspace speed toward the planet below. The amazing view of the blue, and green vegetation that reminded the both of them of old aged pictures of Naboo.

Trumpetting down to a small opening of a landing sight upon a base, they went slowly under the surface below, and launched out their grapplers, digging them into the surface, and slowly coming down, gradually, and cautiously, completing their landing in the dust.

Xaruka didn't notice, as he traditionally was the eldest of the two, and unintrested in the smells of candles, and other entertaing aspects of the room. The old, wise man, of young humanoid features bounded his feet about the surface, heading into the depths of darkness, where a door was held, and he could enter into another chamber, or hallway so that this orginzation could be explain to the Young Padawane in which he had taken in .

Neurons of thought processed in seconds of the human mind of Za'in, with the joints of his neck area pulling to the side where he sensed his Master had traveled, and was prepared to transport out of the sollittude, shivering wind room. Walking through the eerie chambers, his feet rustled along the dirty surface of sand, with the dark shade blowing from side-to-side because of the bustle, and travel of his body.

Reaching to the side of his Master, he stood proud, and framed about the situation, with his head held high, attempting to create a excitment within the brain of his head that held his feelings. Master Xaruka, who stood beside him, only looked calm, and collective of his feelings, with his head hung down, and the hood placed nicely over it, as he knew that anyone could be spying upon him at th emoment, and until completely, and collectively knowing of his surrondings he would take it off.

The door opened, allowing them to enter into a beauitfully, blue lighted hallway of transportation, that would lead them probably into the main corditers of the Base.

Finally, after a moment of mind tramission, and preperance, they traveled together through the widened hallway, collecting their foot work so that their joints, and muscule movements would go perfectly together, without accidently pumping into the wall from clumsiness. Every footstep was a graceful stroke of pride, both weilding the force of many lasers at their belts, and neither fearing to use it against each other if need be.

At last, the two reached the main corditers, or the chambers in which they had hobbled too. Standing at the steps, collectivelly prepared, Master Xaruka slowly ran his hands back, drawing them along his hood, and dusting it onto his neck area.

The two stood there upon a platiform only a few feet from the chamber below, staring down at all the occupational labors working around, with some wearing the smooth fabrics, and stylish tunics of a Jedi, meanwhile others with the labtory trench coats that kept them warm along the cold liquids, and also kept them safe away from the destrucive acids.

Slowly his hand welcomed him to a opening in the walls, where packages were placed neatly beside each other in loggages, and ready to be thrown down through the pocketing.

"This is our Trading Gates. They allow us to place them down into the droid packages below, where they would message them around space." Gradually his fingers twirled into a fist, and then opened up again, with his index finger pointing downward below them, as they hover nicely in place.

His finger opened the view of Za'in, allowing him to see a few scienitist at work, using their great technological beliefs, and knowledge to design objects, and other useful droids.

"This here, is for are trading, and for the war situation. The androids are made and prepared in the other chambers" He stated with a curve of his lips, adjusting himself so that his body was deriecting behind the sight of Za'in.

Following his mentior, Za'in swirled himself around in the hovering craft of displatment with a cock of his eyebrow, staring at all the troops talking to each other in their suits as if they had just came from a training program, or another form of preparation orginzation.

"Well, I want to introduce you to a few people." The hover craft abruptly came to a lowering. Gradually reaching toward the ground, until they hovered only a few inches off it, with the low door opening locking downward; allowing them to exit.

Mentior Xaruka slowly came out, his foot tapping about the cold foundation of concrete, with his head venturing with a movement of the joints, and muscule tissues, to the side-staring into a space where a door was held only a few feet away. As the moment of staring went on, many men and women went by with blasters, and other uses of weaponary for far-ranged combat weilded in their hand, or upon their body somewhere.

After the moment, collectivelly holding Ten minutes with pure silence, two beings came from the door. One of unhuman, and male genedered race, with atenna diving from his cheeks, and a curving horn along his chin, as meanwhile the other hide behind him.

Slowly, the being escaped into the view of Za'in, with his eyes lighting up in a sparkling glee. It was a she, of beauitful slender figure and the human species. Her hair hung long nicely along her shoulders, and down to her rib area, with her ethical group expressed in the metal circular bars locking onto it. Attired in the nice, long black garment. She, by sight was probably the age of Za'in, and was also a Padawane in the Arts of Jedi.

Slowly, the two of different genders approahced, with a welcoming movemnt of Master Xaruka's hand. The girl, the smaller of the two headed directly toward Za'in, with the other, and probably much older heading for his master.

The two meet, with a affectant wink coming form the girl, placing her hand nicely at her sides.