Zhen smiled at his pupils behind his mask and then his attention turned to Steven. He spoke quickly but effectively.

"She is correct Steven. If you want to avenge someone find someone who is worthy of avenging. Bandon was not one is worthy of your compassion. He was nothing because he followed Malak who was also nothing. All Malak was was an empty shell filled with evil and lust. These alone cannot show you the way to leadership and therefore Bandon is not worthy because he followed a man who wasn't worthy of his post as Master of the Sith."

He then looked over at Nalean and nodded at her smile. Through her years at the academy Zhen had become quite fond of the girl and now he would bestow upon her her first bit of Sith power.

He turned to Steven and spoke softly.
"In the future I do suggest you watch your tounge around her. You Steven are a Dark Jedi not a Sith and soon she will have the power to decide wether you live or die... Now leave us.

After he had gone he leaned against the wall of the tomb and looked at Nalean studing her for a moment. He then spoke almost tenativly.

"Nalean, may I ask you something?"

Nalaen kept her hands folded neatly in her lap, still kneeling, sitting on her calves, her feet crossed over the other. She sat as she had been taught to before the Elders and Priests and Masters . . . Well, everyone above her really. Even if it wasn't customary to these Sith, she would still bestow the same respect. When the Dark Lord had spoken, she watched him at first, somehow able to picture his features. Yes, she could only see the mask, but she assumed everyone who was accustomed to watching facial features could see the mask move with speech; though it was truly a trick of the eyes. Or perhaps it was her sensing something beyond the visible. No matter what it was, it was that, with his words about her that made her bow her head. First it was out of embarrassment at such acknowledgement and by The Dark Lord no less. His finishing words though made her eyes sparkle with pride and eagerness. She couldn't explain it, and didn't want Darth Zhen to think less of her if he could see it, so she kept her face down, waiting.

"Nalaen, may I ask you something?" His words floated about her head and slowly sank in. Breathing in slowly through her nose, she nodded and lifted her head slightly to look up at him, into that blank mask that somehow conveyed all the passion and power in the galaxy.

"Of course, my Lord," she breathed.

"i know Bandon was weak. But he was the only real family i had" he walked deeper into hte tomb until he could not be seen by the others.

He nodded to her and after a moment finally uttered this question.

"Nalean eairlier you told Steven that if you were weak you deserved to die, Do you truly believe life, your life is that worthless that it should be thrown away because you are defeated?"

He looked away for a moment and watched as his breath slipped from his mouth in the cool tomb.

"Everytime I kill, I fight I know that both of our lives are precious. My opponent only wants me dead, he never thinks of my family, my friends and all the people that may miss me. I however do. Ever kill saddens me slightly for I know those people will never see their husband or son or wife or daughter again. Life is precious Nalean and I suppose that is why we must take it for the greatest is taking precious things."

At this moment the Dark Lord had shown himself to her. He did not know why but his inner soul had come out and he found she could be trusted.

Steven walked deeper into the tomb. "Ok. now i think i'm lost. i seem to be going in circles. This tomb goes on for as far as the human eye can see. thats if the human eye could see in here"

Nalaen stared up at her Dark Lord with wide, almost frightened eyes. Her nose started wrinkling in child-like disgust as words attempted to form into sentances in her mind.

"Um, my Lord, er . . ." She coughed as her brain scrambled still to get something of context. Finally something clicked as her voice came out dry and blassй. "I'm a Sith and a warrior, my Lord. The hunt and the kill are what drive me. I love watching my victim die, his life flowing slowly out of him; or quickly at my hand. To allow your enemy to live out of pity is an insult to both your and thier honour." Life started to creep into her tone. "My Lord, I surely hope this is a jest, or at least some sort of test. No life is worth more than the life of a Sith. To even consider life and empathy for your enemy is to give them an opening to kill you. They do not have the same consideration for you: if they could kill you they would the very second it presented itself. You can either be ruthless and respected, or get slain. That's the facts of life, my Lord, and I do hope you realise I see them." She continued to gaze up at him, this impenetrable pillar of cruelty -- or so she had thought. She had always thought she could depend on him, that he was glory upon glory: but now . . . now, if he was being all sappy, well . . .

"Plus, I take sadistic pride in knowing I've ruined his family. As should anyone."

To put it lightly, she felt like her world was about to crumble.

"i'm starting to think Master Zhen is in love with Nalaen. He seems to say she's the bes.. ahh!" steven seemed to trip other somthing "what the ****" He ignited his saber and used it's light to see what it was. " a box?" he opened it and found a small sith artifact inside. He put the artifact into his pocket and headed to where he came from.

Zhen studied her for a long moment then nodded.

"Well Nalean to be honest it was no jest. However empathy and pity are not emotion I convey. I pity no one in war for they truly are expendable from the moment they join either side. Still though cruelty alone will not take any farther than our predesecors. Why I will succeed where they failed was all their lives they had been in it and truly only had hatred left. I however have watched from afar and I had enough clarity to see all and I know what they were missing. Full emotion. It is like a color spectrum. Without one another doesn't make sense. It never transicions. I however know all feelings. Cruelty Malice compasion anger hate love happiness fear all these and more are mine and that I suceed because I have all that is needed."

He smiled at her.

"I hear the disgust in your wors and in your thoughts. How can dark lord know all these and still be who he is. It is because of who I am that I can know these for without them I would not be where I am today. And without ever action in your life you would not be here now. Do you understand what I am saying?"

Steven seemed to be more lost when he headed back "How nalaen gets though this tomb i shall never know" he heard a few noises behind him "nor care"

The switch wasn't even noticeable, but the results were. One minute she was bordering on absolute disgust; the next, her face was beaming.

"Exactly my Lord. The Code says Passion. Not passionate hatred nor passionate cruelty. But PASSION. It runs a full gambit. And there is no way to truly understand one emotion without having experienced its converse." She hung her head then in shame. "I am sorry for doubting you my Lord, I should be most severely punished." Her voice was a choked whisper. "But I had to make sure that you were . . . still you." Here she flushed slightly around the tribal markings. "I thought . . . that you were thinking like a Jedi. Mercy where mercy is most certainly not due. Those sorts of idiot thoughts. Forgive me, I beg you." Prostrating herself before her Dark Lord, her nose to the stone ground, she could smell the mildew and rot and dirt of ages past. It wasn't pleasant, but to those like her obsessed with history, it wasn't unpleasant either. No matter how she felt about this uncomfortable position that easily cramped muscles, the cold and the smell, she would stay there until given permission to rise. Though she didn't even want someone to consider that she thought she could put words in the Dark Lord's mouth, or guess what he was going to say or do, she got the vague feeling that he wasn't going to kill her. Perhaps not even harm her. However, now that she was assuming as such, he probably would just to prove her wrong. And she knew she would deserve it.

She waited.

Steve had finally found his way to the others "hey hoy"

Just as Kira got to the entrance of the tomb she had been in, she heard some movement in another that was nearby. She turned and walked over, hoping there was some way to vent her rage inside. A large spiderlike creature scuttled away from the entrance, making a loud screech. Kira grinned, knowing a battle was on.

In a flash, she was holding both lightsabers. Mere seconds later, she was flipping and twisting, staying well out of the way of the giant spiders, but managing to kill them as well. She vaguely realized she was heading deeper into the tomb, but she didn't care.

Zhen smiled at her softly behind the mask his features hidden from her.

"Arise my child. You have done nothing wrong for in possision I would questioned myself aswell for not understanding what I had meant. I shall not harm you Nalean now go I must stay here for a few moments to collect then I may perhaps have a mission for you."

Zhen smiled and nodded at her

"master, what happened to that merc that u sent to kill that mandolian with the droid?"

The four heard some sort of chanting from deeper inside the tomb

"whats that?"asked steven as he reached for his light saber

Kira slipped further into the tomb, growing tired of the constant fight with the spiders. She opened a nearby door and slipped through, closing it again before the spiders could come through. She continued moving deeper into the tomb until she found Zhen, Nalaen, and Steven.

Her greeting to Nalaen was civil, if only that. She nodded her respect to Zhen, but merely stared at Steven. Then he asked a question about the chanting that had just begun.

"I don't know, but neither do I care," she answered. "This is the tomb of a Sith Lord. What goes on in here is not always explainable. Understand that and stop trying to explain everything."

(((Sorry for not being around in such a long time!!!. . .)))

She glanced sidelong at Kira and smirked. Listening to the chanting, she tried to prevent it from affecting her. From her spine straightening and her shoulders setting with strength and pride. Hopefully they would all become too uneasy with it and not search the tomb. For some reason she didn't want anyone to stumble upon her private place.

Looking to the Dark Lord, she nodded and swept out of the tomb, doing what she had been told. It was up to him to tell the others to leave as well.

Kira caught Nalaen's smirk, but did not react. She turned to Zhen and bowed. Then, she turned to leave as well. She could see Nalaen's back, but made no attempt to catch up with her. They didn't need another confrontation.

"This is boring"he turned to the exit of the tomb "acuallty i'm going to see where the chanting is coming from. any1 coming with me?"

Kira paused when Steven spoke and she sighed.

"You are too curious for your own good," she said. "Learn to calm your curiosity."

With this, she continued walking. Nalaen had disappeared from her view by this time. So much the better, she thought. What better way to avoid confrontation than to stay well away? There was no better way in her mind, so she walked slowly in order to remain behind Nalaen.

"I take that as i no then" he took out his lightsaber and walked deeper into the tomb

(((C'mon guys! Let's resume these old goodies n_n Don't make me go all DS on your arses :P)))

As steven walked deeper into the tomb. It seemed different to him and the chanhing grew louder. He knew he was most probally walking into a trap set by the force but the only way he felt alive was facing death stright in the face. "hmm, i wonder how the others are" he said quitely. He'd left them behind a few hours ago

Her room was cool, as every room in the academy was. It was almost like the tombs, though not as saturated with knowledge and power. Nalaen had returned to her room to meditate, as her time in her private place had been interrupted. That was no big deal though; she could return at any time. She did hope that Steven, foolhardy though he was, wouldn't get into anything over his head. The stupid deserved what came to them, true, however he was a fellow student and no matter how she felt, he was her peer and didn't deserve the death waiting the ignorant tenatious ones. Very few could get past the traps and the dark energies and the "games" the spirit of the Dark Lord enjoyed playing. She suspected the only reason why she lived was because she, in her youth, never considered that she could truly be killed. Confidence attracted Masters, not rebuked them. But the largest part of the equation she thought, was her obsession with history and the fact that she just wanted to learn. What dead Sith Lord wouldn't want to pass on his knowledge to ready ears and an eager mind?

Perhaps Steven was ready and the Dark Lord wouldn't kill him. But there were protections to her private place, her temple, the ancient Dark Lord's tomb. He had had them built, and she had added to them. Unless he were allowed in there (if he even found the door, which was unlikely, though he may find where the door is generally located) he probably wouldn't have too easy a time actually passing the threshold.

She sure hoped not. It was her place, it was the Dark Lord's tomb, his final resting place, and someone without respect and reverence for their ancestors and the ancients shouldn't desecrate it with their unknowing minds, their clumsy steps. What if he did find it, find her temple? Would he attempt to open the sarcophagus? Or muss around with her altars? The decorations and things she had put up -- with permission of course -- would he do something to them?

Her paranoia was starting to get to her. Without knowing it, she had been worrying her lower lip and was near drawing blood. Quitting the nervous habit, she took a deep cleansing breath. The Force flowed in and out of her. She tried to centre herself. Whatever happened would happen, and save going back to the tomb and stopping Steven -- thereby admitting to something of great interest in the temple and her own interest in it -- there was nothing she could do.

Closing her eyes, she tried to drive her thoughts out of her mind and focus on the Force. She also wondered if there would be a new job for her to partake in soon. Or if there were any new lessons to learn: she was sick of practising that which she already knew. Half meditating, she waited.

Steven took the artifact ,he'd found earlier, out of his pocket and looked at it "hmm, what happened to the chanting? i can't hear it anymore. WOAH!" steven stepped foward only to find there was a huge floor. Steven quickly jumped back before he fell in "great. now what?"

He saw a switch with a hole in it. the hole was the same shape as the artifact he'd found early. So he gave it a try and placed the artifact into the switch. Sudnelly, he found himself in a huge room, lighted up my torches.

"where am i?" he asked himself

Later that day after he had returned to the academy Zhen sat in the central room and slowly lifted the two lightsabers off his belt and placed them in front of himself. He then lifted the one which had belonged to Exar Kun with his mind and made one of the blade receptors parrelel to the ground. He then in one instant jerked his head and the saber was split into its two halves and the deep red crystal was revealed. Zhen smiled softly inside the darkness of his mask. The red crystal floated slowly to the ground, and he reached into his robe and pulled out a translucent black crystal. He lifted it and put it where the red one had been and with another jerk the saber was whole again. He stood and plucked it from the air and in a swift wovement ignighted both ends of it. If the room had been dark then it became pitch black with the shadow cast by the black and white blades. He grinned and deactivated the blades. But now he needed to test them somehow. He turned to the Sith Saber and raised it and suspended it in the center of the chamber and levitated above it waiteing for someone to accept his challenge.

Meditating and half asleep, Nalaen was jerked back to full consciousness by the Force. She felt tendrils of eagerness creeping through the academy, even with her less-than-perfect abilities. Someone really wanted something . . . Touching the Force with her mind, she recognised the vibration in it almost immediately. The feeling of the Force from the Dark Lord had been something she learned quickly. He wanted something.

Well, even if she couldn't give it to him: she doubted she wanted to be on the receiving end of this, she could still go speak to him. Standing slowly, she pulled her cowl over her head and walked out of her room, following the Force to the threshold to the room where Darth Zhen stood. Watching him, head bowed in respect, she waited for him to acknowledge her.

She really needed something to do.

((Well, well... what have we here?:D Didn't realize this one was back going... not entirely sure what to post:p ))


Kira had returned to her room, a little tired from the exercise she had gotten by fighting the spiderlike animals in the tomb. After a brief meditation, she fell asleep.

Moments later, she awoke again, sensing a challenge. She was never one to turn down a challenge, so she immediately leapt off her bed and lunged for the door. As she sped into the hallway, she nearly collided with Nalaen. This near collision caused her to forget Darth Zhen's challenge. Instead, she stood still, staring at Nalaen.

"You have answered his call for a challenger as well," Kira finally said, standing back a little. Her voice was dripping with tension. "By all means, go ahead."

"where am i?" he asked himsel for the hundredth time. He'd been stuck in this room
"your in my tomb!"said a voice.Steven looked around him but couldn't see anyone "and mine. HAHAHAHAHAHA"
"I take when you refered to this as your tomb, your the acient sith lords who's body was bearied(sp)." said steven ignited his saber
"that's right. and by looking at you your bandons brother. He came here once but couldn't defeate me. He escaped before i could kill him though" said the voice, but louder this time
"how? i don't see a door anywhere"
"fool. you trust your eyes!"

(((You do realise that if you find the tomb and Nalaen finds out [as its her temple], she'll gut you with her bare hands n_n Oh, and wb wildjedi :D)))

Nalaen stared at Kira as she took a step back cautiously. Smoothing her robe she studied the other girl then shook her head slowly, peering up from under her cowl.

"Shockingly enough, I'm not here to challenge our Lord." Her tone was dry as she ignored the tension. "If you wish to die," here she gestured towards Darth Zhen, "then go ahead. I'll stay in the shadows until he acknowledges me." A slight smirk alighted her features. "I'm just waiting for some work."

"I was just waiting to see if someone else is stupid enough to accept his challenge," Kira retorted, almost sounding as if she wished Nalaen would be stupid enough. "The shadows hold us both, but if you can't stand me, perhaps you'd better find a different shadow."

Her too sweet smile was all that was visible.

"I remember being here first. But no matter, there are plenty of shadows. Besides, weren't you the one rushing over to the Dark Lord?"

She shrugged nonchalantly, glancing over at Darth Zhen. When would he acknowledge her? Was he too filled with bloodlust to bother speaking of work? If someone would only challenge him, she could get something to do! But she didn't want to be the one putting her life on the line.

"Does my haste in arriving imply an eagerness to fight one so decidedly above me?" Kira asked, keeping her voice calm though her rage was building inside. She sighed, allowing some of the tension to escape. Then, with a smirk, she said, "We have only a little while to wait. One of the others will have heard Lord Zhen's challenge and approach our powerful master."

With a little laugh, she rubbed the back of her neck, where her scar was. "We both know how that will end."

After a brief chuckle at Kira's statement, an honest, sudden grin spread across her face as she pulled her cowl back.

"I just had an idea," Nalaen said quietly as to not disturb the Dark Lord, her finger trailing thoughtfully down one of her facial tattoos. Her eyes were glinting excitedly, knowing that if there was one person who would agree to this, it would be Kira. "Why don't we go get Steven? I'm sure he could use the . . . practise."

There was, of course, her own modivation to this: it would get him out of the damned tomb.

"Well?" she said, crossing her arms gently.

"the last person to visit me was a sith women."said the voice
"Nalaen?"asked steven
"thats her"
' no wonder she didn't want me coming down futher. She'd keep somthing like this to her self' he thought "so why am i here?"
"i'm going to test you. to see if your strongh enough for my wisdom"
"okay... so whats the test?"
"you must kill all of my spiders" a big tile fell front the ceil, steven jumped out of the way just in time, and then the gaint spiders came out of the hole. Steven was able to defend them off for 10 minutes but one was able to bite him and made steven even more angry.

Steven unleashed a forcepush so powerfull that it though all the remaining into the wall squishing them "where did that come from?" he asked himself. He knew at no apprentis at his level could do somthing like that
"your must hold the key artfact. this one that enables you to enter my tomb"

(erm sith, it's not 'her' temple. she's not the one who's burried in it is she?")

(((I never said she was interred there. That tomb is her temple and her secret area. It's where she goes when she needs to be alone, or wants to learn more, or meditate . . . or whatever. It's "hers" and having someone else in on her secret will make her very angry. VERY angry. Note: it's her TEMPLE. I really hope for your sake, if you make it in, that you don't touch her altars or anything -_- Y'know, if you don't wanna end up bantha fodder or something ^_^ Oh, and a powerful Lord wouldn't be so petty, but that was just my thought. I mean, why would he TELL you what to do?! He's SITH, not jedi! Wouldn't he just try to kill you, then if you're able to pass his "tests", then he'd grudingly let you in? Again, that's just what I figured.)))

A genuine smile spread on Kira's face. "It's a deal."

Taking one last glance at the Dark Lord, she nodded towards the shadowed hallway behind them.

"Then let's go," she murmured, "or he'll get himself killed before we can." Glancing about furtively, she then lifted her cowl back up to cover her head, all but her mouth going into blackness. Reaching out with the Force, she touched a tendril to her double bladed sabre, finding comfort in its presence. They could fire Steven up, get him eager to challenge their Lord and whatever happened would happen. It would get him out of the tomb at least.

Plus, it would be fun to play with him.

After spider fight the spirit seemed leave so he decided to do the same. He made his way to his quaters, packed his stuff and started to load his ship in the hangar

Kira closed her eyes, and reached out with the Force. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open in surprise.

"He's by the ships!" she exclaimed. Shaking off her surprise, she turned to run in that direction, calling back to Nalaen over her shoulder. "Let's go."

Hearing Kira's words first shocked her; then her beckoning put her into gear. Running along behind and gradually closing the gap between then, she reached out with the Force. It was more difficult to do when running full tilt, but she managed to get a hint of what Kira had felt: he was indeed somewhere around the ships. She couldn't get anything more accurate as she was trying too hard to not stumble or smash into walls as they careened around corners.

What the hell was he doing at the ships? This thought flashed through her mind as she put out her hand to avoid a collision with the cold stone of a corridor wall. Why did he leave the temple: did he find her temple? And if he did . . . but no matter, the larger question was why he was getting a ship. That probably meant he was leaving. Why was he leaving?

Robe trailing behind her in a twisted mess, flying out at the rather fast speed they were going, Nalaen chanced a glance at Kira. Perhaps she wasn't so bad. The animosity had faded, at least for now. There were bigger fish to fry, and it was better to have an ally than enemies all around. Especially when hunting.

Kira attempted to slow herself as she approached the entrance door to the hangar, but the floor was too smooth. Her boots began to slide and she immediately realized that she was going to ram the door if she did nothing. In a quick movement, she leapt off the ground, placed her feet on the wall, and backflipped over Nalaen's approaching form. The result was satisfactory; she dropped solidly on her feet behind Nalaen and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"Not every day you're faced with something like that," she said, grinning like a maniac. Then, she joined Nalaen at the door and waited for it to open.

Nalaen had seen the hangar door just before Kira, and was able to slow herself more gradually, avoiding the slip on the smooth floor. The other girl went up over her head and landed in a well-executed backflip. She grinned back at Kira with a short laugh.

"No, it isn't -- nice flip, by the way," she added smoothly, her grin fading into a genuine smile. She was starting to . . . like this other woman. It wasn't often Nalaen made friends; she was too busy trying to become the best of the best: or at least one of the best, to bother socializing. Or on missions and killing people for the Sith. But this girl . . . she was so much like herself: in a good way. Not enough to be grating, but enough to be able to work with her. Perhaps their previous animosity could be put behind them. After all, it did seem that they made a good team. But the real test would come in a second.

Turning back to the door, she watched as it opened in its own leisurely time. It didn't seem to understand the situation and wouldn't hurry for them. Or maybe it was her impatience which made the door seem like it was moving a bit slower than usual. Once more, she reached with the Force to touch her sabre, just to check. She wondered if she would need to use it.

After all, why was Steven fleeing? A Sith getting up and leaving for no apparent reason was never a good thing, unless sent on a mission by the Dark Lord. Which she knew hadn't happened, unless it was a long outstanding order.

The door finished its slow trek and she peered into the hangar. Taking a step in, hoping that Kira was with her. If she was going to get into a fight with a fellow student, she wanted someone else there to back her up. Not on a fighting level: she had handled Jedi before, though hadn't won without being completely unscathed. No, it wasn't for the extra skills or blade. It was for the moral support. They could feed off each other, and know that if the other was doing what she was, then they were doing the right thing. After all, she didn't want to be punished by Darth Zhen.

Now: where was Steven?

Steve got into the cockpit of his ship. He flicked a few switches and his ship started the lift of the ground. He left the enclave and then the planet. While in space he looked at his map of the galaxy "so where shall i go to train? How about Ord Mantell"

He landed at a spaceport on Ord Mentell. he got out and went to a hotel for the night

Kira rushed forward at the sound of a ship being started, but it was too late. Steven's ship had lifted off and flown away by the time she reached the spot it had been. She gave a sigh of disappointment.

"Gone," she grumbled. Then, she had an idea. Turning to Nalaen, she grinned. "Do you want to follow him?"

She opened her mouth and closed it a few times, eyes going wide. First, she was stunned at how easily Steven had got away: if given another chance, she would have dismembered him immediately, instead of waiting. Now, she had the choice to follow.

"Uh," she gaped, "shouldn't we ask Lord Zhen about this?" Her eyes darkened as they narrowed, a snarl twisting her face. "I don't like how this smells. He searches a tomb, tries to pry into my privacy, then suddenly leaves the academy. This smells VERY bad. And it's getting out of our hands. The Dark Lord wants blood. We will give him that blood."

She started walking out of the hangar, the Force around her thrumming with anger and loathing. Looking over her shoulder at Kira, she said, "You coming? It's time the Dark Lord did something about . . . Steven . . ."

Kira's eyes widened as she listened to what Nalaen was saying. Finally, the other girl finished speaking and Kira nodded wordlessly.

"I'm coming," she said slowly, shaking her head. "You're right... something's wrong here."

"hmmm, i bet the dark lord would be wondering where i am. I'd better send him a message." he said getting up.

He walked to his ship and got in. He flicked a few bottems a message to the academy saying "Master Zhen, I'm tracking down one of the ebon hawk crew who killed a bandon. After that i'll be doing some training. If Nalaen and Kira ask to follow me, please don't let them, they'll get in the way"

Nalaen strode purposefully through the dark, cool corridors to where she supposed Darth Zhen still stood. She knew it could be dangerous to approach him when he wanted an opponent, but that had to be pushed to the back of her mind. There were other things that had to be taken care of, had to be brought to his attention. Glancing at Kira to make sure she was still with her, she took a deep breath to centre herself and remove all inner trembles. What would the Dark Lord say? What would he do? There was really only one way to find out.

Entering the large chamber in which he was standing, Nalaen walked over to him, then dropped down, her head bowed. She couldn't see what Kira was doing and at this moment wasn't concerned.

"My Lord, I come not to challenge you, but to bring you word of . . . occurances of late. Steven is up to something," she said in a rush, chiding herself for her meekness. Stablising herself, she continued: "He just fled the academy." There she paused, knowing she didn't have to say anything more. He would sense her desire: that she wanted to hunt Steven down and skin him like the beast he was.

He did sence her disire. "man, what dose that women have against me? the fact that i don't listen to her or the fact i made her temple a bit mesy?"

He got on a speeder when sped into a canyon.