"You get to used to it after a time, but it's still never easy. Specially when you come from planets like Taris, where something's always going on, or your own, where you can't move without someone saying hello."

"I guess so," Zarena said, before taking a gulp of her drink. The bubbles tickled her throat as they passed. "But when you look out on the streets they're full of people, full of chatter. I always think of Jedi temples as holed away on the sort of peaceful worlds that get turned into spa resorts if they're not careful, but then I come to the grand home of the high council and it's... well, it's Coruscant."

She took another sip. "But I'll get over it."

"And despite being guardians of the Republic, Jedi aren't exactly used to talking. It ruins the whole 'mysterious' act."

Zarena smiled. "I guess that's what having a reputation does for ya. I never once saw a Jedi on Zeltros, so we ended up believing what we were told. Then when you meet one for real and they end up being exactly the sort of squeaky clean do-gooder they're supposed to be. It's sort of... disappointing."

She finished her drink and ordered another shot. "But I've not had nearly enough alcohol to start debating Jedi." She paused to take a test taste of her refill. "So what were you doing before you ended up getting roped into this grand quest?"

"So what were you doing before you ended up getting roped into this grand quest?" That was a hard question. A question that sometimes even Vynn didn't have answers for.

"Bounty Hunting mostly." He said as raised his glass to take a sip. "Smuggling, Freight running. You name it, I've probably done it in the last 15 years." Vynn laughed at himself.

"I would be half a ways to Ylesia by now, if those nerf herders i'd called a crew hadn't made off with the ship. My ship." Even now, a week later, Vynn was seething inside about that. His exotic holovids were still on board.

He downed the rest of his drink, any faster and he probably would have choked. "Krell! Something stronger - a Sonic Servodriver". He smiled at Zarena.

"That's enough about me. How 'bout you? You're not even an ex-Jedi, how'd they get you?"

The cantina at Barin's Deep was not a pretty sight, full of scum, fights and filth. However Bail liked the chaotic state around him, it made him more focused. He smiled when the bartender came with his third Correlian Ale, a fine ale, one of his personal favourites and tasted as good everywhere. He was about to drink his ale, when Kalig came stumbling in to the cantina with a bag.

"Baho!" said Kalig, a nickname for Bail. "I've found your stuff." Kalig smiled, as if he were a small kid who had accomplished something and gave the bag to Bail.

"Good for you, but you shouldn't have lost it in the first place." Bail took drank of his ale, looking at Kalig. Kalig's smile disappeared.

"I know. I messed up...big time."

"It wasn't that bad, I got it now, no hard feelings!"

"But Baho, you don't understand! The war will start again, all the gangs...just because I had to get you thingies back. And everyone will be accusing me!" Bail looked at Kalig.

"Sucks to be you then!"

"But you must help me! You must stop this! Please?"

"I cannot. I will not. If the gangs take out each other, fine. That's one less concern of the Republic and the politicans of Coruscant." Bail said and finnished his ale. Bail put the glass down, took the bag and went for the door, he heard a quite 'please' behind him. He stoped turned around.
"*sigh*...okay, here. Take this" he gave Kalig a minor amount of money." This should be enough for you to get off this planet."
Bail left the cantina and headed back for the Jedi Temple.

"That's enough about me. How 'bout you? You're not even an ex-Jedi, how'd they get you?"

Zarena pondered for a moment while running her finger along the rim of her glass. "I left Zeltros about ten years to see what the galaxy was like. I've sampled pretty much everything the underworld has to offer. I've danced for the Hutts, done spice runs through the Outer Rim, hell I even used to do dirty work for the Exchange."

She took another sip of fizzbrew before she continued. "'Course, their operations on Nar Shaddaa sunk pretty fast after Goto's ship got blown up, so that left me without work. I went back to planet hopping, and eventually I got roped into this. Not entirely sure where they'd heard of me, but I guess we all have our skills, and I need the credits."

"Besides," she added, toying with her glass, "if the galaxy gets conquered I won't have anywhere to drink."

"if the galaxy gets conquered I won't have anywhere to drink."

Vynn could tell that at least with Zarena around, things weren't going to be boring. And he'd have a drinking buddy.

"A woman after my own heart." He raised his glass. Swaying slightly as he did so. "To all the cantinas, dives and ratholes in the galaxy" he said, necking the drink as fast he could.

The effect was immediate, and he jerked his head sharply.

"Danced for Hutts, you say? I did that once. It wasn't pretty" He laughed as he beckoned for another drink.

Jaq left the temple long after Vynn, that Zeltron girl and Bail. He was longing for a weapons store, his kind of place. Though he rated it second to a cantina.

"Ah, nothing like good ol'd Coruscant... brings back a lot of memories..." he thought to himself, as he breathed in the fresh air of the cityscape. The city was a view to die for. Afterall, they say Coruscant has lovely sunsets... which they do.

He took the nearest Transport Speeder to a market place where he had once visited his favourite weapons store. As he entered the neon-lighted hut with collections of rifles and pistols hung from the wall, Jaq had the sense he was being watched.

He walked to the counter. The old Rodian sat behind the counter, reading what appeared to be a data-buletine of Coruscant. He looked up from the counter and saw one of his favourite customers.

"Jaq? It sure has been some time since you visited this old dump!"

Jaq chuckled. "Better not hear you boss talking like that, Mageda." He pulled his out his trusty blaster rifle and placed it on the counter.

"Have anymore upgrades in stock?"

"More upgrades?" the old rodian repeated. "Hmmm... ah! It just so happens I have a new shipment. Quite an impressive stock, and should suit your standards of that old Mandalorian Blaster Rifle you carry around!"

Mageda dropepd down behind his counter and resurfaced with somethis in his hand. It was some kind of application to the muzzle, almost like a silencer. But this upgrade was alot more larger and bulkier.

"This nifty little thing clips onto the tip of your rifle. When you fire, this detatchable uprage can deliver a single shot power blast, with a small radiation. Comes in handy of close encounters... and comes with a good price."

Jaq picked up the muzzle application and examined. An impressive piece of work, he thought. He slapped it onto the tip of his blaster. He grinned. "I'll take it!"

As he exited the weapons store, he still felt the sense of someone watching him. He looked around the market area. Alot of sentients were around, though Jaq thought he saw a hooded female figure staring at his through the crowd. But then she disapeared.

"To all the cantinas, dives and ratholes in the galaxy."

Zarena joined Vynn in raising her glass before draining it of its contents. I wonder what the nightlife's like past the Outer Rim. She smiled inwardly at the thought, and was relieved to find she'd be travelling there with some equally colourful characters.

"Danced for Hutts, you say? I did that once. It wasn't pretty."

"How much juma did it take to talk you into that?" Zarena asked, a grin painted across her face.

"How much juma did it take to talk you into that?"

"Well, let's just say I owed a lot of money to some not too nice people. And a blaster pointed at your head goes a long way in persuading you" Vynn smiled back, feeling that Zarena would know exactly what he meant.

"But I guess things are on the up, what us being touted as saviours of the galaxy" It was going to take a long time for that to sink in.

"Well, let's just say I owed a lot of money to some not too nice people. And a blaster pointed at your head goes a long way in persuading you."

Zarena nodded. She'd been there. The sort of planets she frequented were the ones where slightly nasty blaster-wielding thugs were all too common.

"But I guess things are on the up, what us being touted as saviours of the galaxy."

"That depends on if they've told everyone yet," Zarena commented, starting on her latest drink. "Seeing as it's a Jedi thing, I'm surprised we haven't been sworn to secrecy. But that might not be such a bad thing, once people know your name they might just start to take interest. And much as I love interest, there are some people you don't want looking your way."

William stood in front of one of the long distance transmitters, in order to get in contact with his supplier and spy Liam who worked in the Exchange. Having Liam in the Exchange provided information of their activities, and an easier way to get supplies. Even though Liam was only a bartender at the Exchange headquarters, he knew just about everything that went on there.

After a few moments, a male rodian of about 30 years old appeared on the screen.

"Hey there, been a while since you called. Well, there's nothing really interesting going on here, so do you need equipment?"

"Hi Liam. Yeah some equipment would be good."

"All right give me a second to get my datapad," said Liam as he searched for it. "Go ahead."

" I need ten medpacs, five frag, plasma, and ion grenades, get me two Westar-34's (pistols used by Jango Fett), and how about a GenoHaradan Poison Blade, you told me the Exchange found one of those."

"All right and your on Corucsant at the Jedi Temple?"

"Yep."

"When do you need this by?"

"How about getting it to me by tomorrow?"

"I'll see what I can do," sighed Liam before logging off.

With that business taken care of, William decided to explore the Jedi Temple.

"Seeing as it's a Jedi thing, I'm surprised we haven't been sworn to secrecy. But that might not be such a bad thing, once people know your name they might just start to take interest. And much as I love interest, there are some people you don't want looking your way."

Zarena had a point. A good point. Now matter how much he would love fame and fortune, Vynn had made more than a few enemies over the years, and he really wouldn't want them to know where he was.

He smiled wryly. "Come on, Z. There's still a whole night ahead, and this isn't the best place to get a slice of Coruscant" With that, he stood up, and threw some creds at the barkeep, and made straight for the door.

When Bail came back to the temple, he didn't know what to do. He walked through the hallways he decided to go to the training section again. When he came to those parts in the temple, he entered a big room. Inside this room there weren't much, not even much floor, mainly just a big whole in the ground, but a little bit of floor and also some pillars pointing up. Bail jumped onto one of the pillars and looked out the window. Suddenly the lights disappeared. Bail smiled.
"Fools! Don't you think I know you are there?"

"What's in the bag I wonder...give it to us!" A voice said.

"How about...No?"

"Then you die..." An other voice said. Two red lightsabers got activated. Bail turned around grabbed his lightsaber and turned it on, but only one of the blades. The light got turned on again. Bail was now facing the same two Dark Jedis he had met earlier.
"*sigh* Darn kids! Didn't your boss tell you to back off?"

"But he isn't here right now! Besides, give the bag to us or...die, you know you dont stand a chance against the two of us."

"That's an intressting theory!" Bail said and smiled. The dark Jedis jumped on a pillars on each side of Bail and they started to fight. The Dark Jedi on Bail's left side tried to make a strike, but Bail ducked and cut the Dark Jedi's legs off. A scream was heard. The other Dark Jedi smiled at his falled comrade and made a strike against Bail who blocked it. While pushing their lightsaber towards each other, Bail made a spin, the lightsabers lost contact, and then activated the other blade and pierced the Dark Jedi. Bail jumped back towards the door and left the room smiling. It had been awhile since he had been in a lightsaber combat.

"Come on, Z. There's still a whole night ahead, and this isn't the best place to get a slice of Coruscant."

Zarena reached into the pocket of her jacket and pulled out enough credits to cover her drink. She set them down on the counter before she turned to face the crowd, weaving and shoving her way past towards the door.

The door shut behind her once she was through, cutting the rest of the street off from the music and chatter from inside the Cantina. She smiled wryly at Vynn. "Where to next? Another bar? A Pazaak den? Or did you have somewhere in particular in mind?"

"Some sightseeing, I think." he said as he strolled, non-chalantly, from the cantina, down the thoroughfare, towards a small speeder parking area.

He looked carefully up the parking ranks. 'Aha! There's the one' he thought, strolling towards a two seat, twin engined sport speeder in a violent hue of Hurrikane orange.

"Hop in" he called, as he leant under the dashboard, fiddling with some wires. Suddenly, it roared to life, and started hovering. 'Good, no alarms' he thought, as flashed his trademark grin.

"Some sightseeing, I think."

The duo walked for a while before Zarena noticed Vynn veering towards a parking lot. He seemed to be searching for a while, before eventually stopping by a two-seated airspeeder. Zarena stood back and watched as he fiddled with something under the dashboard, ready to run away if it was alarmed. But it wasn't. Or at least, she guessed as much from Vynn's victorious smile.

"Aren't you just full of surprises?" she commented, before hopping into the passenger seat. "Let's drive. I have no intention of meeting whoever owns this fine craft anytime soon."

"Let's drive. I have no intention of meeting whoever owns this fine craft anytime soon."

"Trust me, on this planet, it's probably already been stolen twice over"

Vynn winked as he pulled on the control stick. The speeder jerked forward, then upward, ascending into the skylanes, where he opened up the engines, going at almost racing speed.

He cut through the traffic, going around, under, over and in between anything in the way, with only a few near misses. Soon the speeder had reached the top lanes of the traffic, and before long they had broken out of the urban sprawl back to the surface's open sky.

"See? This is the best way to view Coruscant, and keep your wallet" He said as the speeder completed its pass of the temple.

He took the speeder past the Jedi Temple, circling it before heading off towards the twin peaks of the Manarai Mountains. He set the speeder down in the monument plaza, giving both an unmatched view of Galactic City to the east, and the only water - the Western sea.

"Now, that's Coruscant" He said, as he leant against the bonnet of the speeder, yet another grin on his face.

Jaq walked passed the training room in time to see Bail walking from it. He peered into the room to see two slain bodies laying on the floor. Jaq whistled.

"Had some trouble with some Dark Jedi thugs, eh? You better hope Revan doesn't cut your ass from this mission if he finds out you've injured these murglaks..." he took another look the bodies. "Or, at least I hope they're just injured..."

Jaq whistled. Bail turned around and looked at the Mandalorian.

"Had some trouble with some Dark Jedi thugs, eh? You better hope Revan doesn't cut your ass from this mission if he finds out you've injured these murglaks... Or, at least I hope they're just injured..."


"It's hardly my fault that Dark Jedis can't control themselves." Bail smiled. "And if Revan cuts me off from this mission, then it's his loss. Since I'm more important to this mission, than this mission is to me. I mean I'll probably have a longer life with out it. And what do you mean 'you hope' they're just injured? What kind of a Mandie are you?" Bail walked towards the room again and looked at the Dark Jedis. "Hmmm...you're right one is just injured. Blast! That wasn't my intention! You think I should appologize?" He looked on the Mandalorian and smiled. "I'm Bail by the way...Bail Hoban!"

"Trust me, on this planet, it's probably already been stolen twice over."

Zarena smiled to herself as Vynn prepared to start the speeder. Of all the planets she'd seen, she tended to find "home" on the ones with high crime rates.

They took off, zipping through rush of traffic that flew through and above the city. She became slightly alarmed on the few occasions she noticed they were driving up the wrong lane, but the speeder dodged everything in it's way. Barely. Zarena put her hands on the dashboard to steady herself, shaking in an adrenaline-fueled fever.

Soon they were above the lanes. Zarena leaned her head over the side to look down the the city below. The traffic flowed on as always, crowds of people scurried through the street like insects. She had the urge to spit over the side, but quickly decided against it.

Vynn spoke as they flew back over the Jedi temple they'd visited earlier. "See? This is the best way to view Coruscant, and keep your wallet."

"You're quite the tour guide," Zarena commented, grinning.

They flew out towards the mountains past the temple, Vynn setting the speeder down in the plaza. Zarena hopped out of the speeder and walked along to the front of the speeder, running her hand along the frame as she went. She leant on the bonnet and look out at the view, the Galactic City to the east and the sea to her west.

"Now, that's Coruscant," she heard Vynn say, and she turned her head to see him grinning to himself.

"And here I thought this place was gonna be another great dirty city planet." She paused, running her fingers through her fringe and letting the breeze tickle her face. "It's real nice, Vynn. Didn't expect to find a place like this, not here."

But a cynical half-smile crept across her face. "I guess we're lucky there aren't many tourists this far out at this time in the evening."

"And here I thought this place was gonna be another great dirty city planet." He watched as she ran her fingers through her hair, the wind lightly playing with it.

"I guess we're lucky there aren't many tourists this far out at this time in the evening." Vynn smiled and laughed at the irony.

"Coruscant may not be the most beautiful place in the galaxy, but nothing compares to this view." He said, as he turned back to see the sun as it began its descent beyond the horizon.

"And besides, we won't get much sightseeing in when we're teaching these Sith not to mess us" He said, thinking about the mission as lights began to appear across the city.

"Hmmm...you're right one is just injured. Blast! That wasn't my intention! You think I should appologize?"

"If it was a means of self defence, then I guess there shouldn't be anything to worry about. This place is spawned with security cameras to prove your case!"

"I'm Bail by the way...Bail Hoban!"

"It seems I forgot to introduce myself previously." Jaq reached out a hand to shake Bail's. "Name's Jaq... Jaq Logan."

"And by the way, I'm certainly not a Mandie... well not anymore, anyway. I left my clan long after the Assault on Telos made by the Ravager. But there can be another time for stories later."

"It seems I forgot to introduce myself previously. Name's Jaq... Jaq Logan." Jaq reached out a hand to shake Bail's, who shook the hand.
"Pleasure to meet you!"

"And by the way, I'm certainly not a Mandie... well not anymore, anyway. I left my clan long after the Assault on Telos made by the Ravager. But there can be another time for stories later."

"Once a Mandie...always a Mandie!" Bail said and smiled. "Anyway we'll all have stories, I guess. Stories from travels, wars and more..."
Bail looked at Jaq. 'There's something about this Mandie...' he thought '...something non-Mandalorianish.'

"Coruscant may not be the most beautiful place in the galaxy, but nothing compares to this view."

Zarena joined Vynn in admiring the sunset as she perched on the bonnet of the speeder. The lights in the streets of the upper crust of Coruscant flickered to life as its inhabitants took note of the advancing evening.

"And besides, we won't get much sightseeing in when we're teaching these Sith not to mess us."

"I wouldn't be so sure," Zarena said. "I mean, even if they are home to all sorts of Sith Lord types, they're still planets with people and places. Even if it all looks a bit ugly compared to here, we'll still be getting the Beyond Rim experience."

She smiled contently, debating to herself exactly how hostile their destination would be. She had partied from planet to planet for most of her life. If the planets really were as hostile as they'd been led to believe, would she cope? Probably. I've been in worse spots.

"I mean, even if they are home to all sorts of Sith Lord types, they're still planets with people and places. Even if it all looks a bit ugly compared to here, we'll still be getting the Beyond Rim experience."

Vynn thought about that for a second. And he realised that they wouldn't be fighting all the time.

"I guess we'll get to see some sights, when we're not being shot at, or stabbed with lightsabers. Remind me to bring my holocamera" He said, half sarcastically with a smile on his face.

"I guess we'll get to see some sights, when we're not being shot at, or stabbed with lightsabers. Remind me to bring my holocamera."

Zarena grinned back at Vynn. "With luck, we'll get a bit of everything. Some nights just aren't complete without a barfight."

She took a few paces forward, and turned to face the horizon, letting herself absorb the few for a few moments. She then turned and paced back to the speeder.

"We should probably head back to the city before it gets too dark to see out here," she commented.

"Yeah, you're right. Back to the temple, or somewhere else?" He said as he did a backflip over the bonnet, using the force to help him land flawlessly in the cockpit.

"You choose" He said, as started revving up the engines, their noise echoing through the empty, quiet plaza.

Bail looked strangely at Jaq, his expression was in the form of questioning.

"Whats wrong? Is there something on my face, or something?"

This Jedi didn't act like any of the others Jaq had encountered. But he wondered whether Bail was sensing Jaq's touch of the force. He didn't want to think about it...

"You choose."

"I say we head back to the temple. He said we leave in two days, so if we want to catch any more of the Coruscant nightlife we can do it then," Zarena said, before hopping over the side of the speeder into the passenger seat.

It was almost completely dark by the time their speeder reached the temple, although the darkness had little effect on the traffic, or the atmosphere.

Vynn set the speeder down in the temple garage, after an argument with the garage administrator.

"I think we'd best get out of here before he finds out its stolen. When he does, he's likely to blow a gasket" Vynn then proceeded to leave the garage at a hurried pace, but not fast enough to arouse suspicion, all the way to the elevator that would take them to the main areas of the temple.

"That was fun. I forgot how refreshing it was to be around civilised company" He said as the elevator slowed to a halt. He walked from the door, and started to try and find his quarters.

"Whats wrong? Is there something on my face, or something?"

"There's nothing wrong and there is nothing on your face..." Bail smiled. "I think I know something about you, that you also know, and I think you know what I think I know about you. But either way, that's not something wrong, nor is it important if you don't want it to be." Bail took one of Jaq's blasters "May I borrow this?" and walked to the room again and shoot the Dark Jedi who was alive, and then returned the blaster to Jaq. "Thanks! I see no reason why I should let him suffer to death..."

Jaq was suprised that this Jedi who stood before him finished off the fallen dark Jedi. He handed Jaq his blaster back. "That didn't seem necasary..." he thought.

"Uh... your welcome... I guess..." he spoke in all of confusion. "What kind of a Jedi are you?"

"Well to begin with, I'm no Jedi. I used to be thou...but that was before the Mandalorian Wars. I didn't join Revan nor went back to the Jedi, but that's another story. I've been traveling a lot, but I've also studied the teaching of the Jedi Weapon Master, so I never left the Jedi life completely..." Bail paused and studied the Mandalorian, unknowing whether or not he really cared.
"But a life without being a Jedi, means you don't have to follow the Jedi code...even if they are good guidelines. And I don't have to be afraid of falling to the Dark Side, which makes you able to do whatever you want. Good and bad are made with same actions as a regular person. I've always followed what I think is right, and for instance killing and fighting evil people, such as those two dark jedis over there..." he pointed in their direction "...I believe is the right thing to do. I...I...I'm not making much sense am I? Ah well my point is...I'm just an ex-Jedi who follows my own values and my heart. I hope that answer your question anyway..."

They left the speeder behind in the temple's garage, and went their seperate ways as they entered the temple. Zarena slowed down and look around the entranceway. She still wasn't used to it, this quiet, seeming to shut out the noise of the outside world so that she couldn't hear it even if she tried.

At the moment, however, she wasn't quite sure if she was ready to retire. I suppose I'm their guest. Even if I'm not Jedi, that gives me a right to stick my nose into things.

So she wandered along the corridors, making her way towards one of the temple's gardens. She walked with her head tipped up, exuding her unique kind of arrogance, and let her eyes flit rhythmatically from left to right, glancing at each of the Jedi she passed as she walked.

She stepped out into the garden, a garden she assumed was meant to contribute to the calm of the place. There was a pond not far from the entrance, which she approached and knelt beside. This place definitely gives me the creeps. The quiet, the big echoing halls, the weird greenhouses...

And so for the moment, Zarena stared into the pond, at the reflection which looked back at her with a half-hearted smile.

Vynn walked down the corridors leading away from the landing bay. He looked behind himself. Zarena was walking the other way. He stopped and looked at her for a moment, his eyes drawn to her vibrantly coloured hair, almost as bright as the speeder they had ridden in moments earlier.

He turned and kept walking, trying to get his bearings, and find his quarters for a good spell in the fresher, and then some sleep. He noticed two people, Jedi, he assumed, walking in the same corridor, in the opposite direction. As they passed him, he stopped one of them.

"Is this the right way to guest's quarters?" He said, as he looked at the pair. The one he'd pulled aside, a young woman, no more than 20, was wearing dark robes, and had a severe look on her face. Her male companion didn't look much better.

"Get your hands off of me, Scum" Vynn didn't like that tone.

"I only asked a question, sister" He replied, annoyed at being insulted.

He noticed her companion lower his hand towards the lightsaber hanging at his belt, and could feel the woman doing the same. Within seconds, before the male could unhook his saber, Vynn's pistol was at his face.

"Better not, kid" He smiled, as he noticed the woman beginning to do the same. He stopped her with a knee to the abdomen, causing her to buckle and fall on the floor.

"Now," he said, to the male, who was still standing, and a little shocked. "Where are the guest rooms?"

"Three floors up, a droid will help you there" He said, as he knelt down to help his friend.

He backed out of the corridor, keeping a blaster on the pair, until he rounded the corner.

'Kriffing Sith' he thought, as found another elevator.

As William woke up to greet the last day before going on the mission, he learned that mornings were annoying. Sure it was nice to see the animals and stare at the clouds, but when inside, he prefered it dark.

After taking a quick trip to the refresher, he put on his standard black suit and lightsabers, with his knives wrapped around his waist and left thigh. He then exited his quarters before decideing to observe the Sith and Jedi at practice.

Jaq was leaning against the wall when he saw William walk out of his quarters.

"Rise 'n shine, boy!" he greeted, then walked with him. "I'm starting to wonder if keeping both Jedi and dark Jedi here is a good idea. I notice they don't exactly... well... get along perfectly here."

Vynn could have slept for another hour if a protocol droid hadn't burst in, opening the shade that was over the window.

"Good morning, sir!" The droid chirped blithely, as Vynn got up, swearing at the interruption.

"Do you mind?" Vynn said, pulling his flight suit on, and reaching for his gunbelt.

"Oh, not at all, Sir! It's my job to make you comfortable" the droid obviously didn't get the point. Vynn dismissed the notion of breaking it - he didn't want to pay for any damage. He pulled his lightsaber from across the room, and left.

He walked down the corridor, to see two figures conversing outside a room. One wearing Mandalorian battle armor, and another all in black.

"I'm starting to wonder if keeping both Jedi and dark Jedi here is a good idea. I notice they don't exactly... well... get along perfectly here."

"Morning, Ladies" He said, as he stopped in front of them. He thought about what they were saying.

"Yeah, who's idea was that? The two sides aren't known for being on good terms. And besides, I don't like teaching little Sith Princesses good manners"

"It was a decision made by the Republic and Jedi Order which the Sith accepted," answered William. "They might not be on good terms, but they do realize that if they don't at least tolerate each other's presence, all of us will fall."

"Besides," shrugged William. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

Once she had bored of the pond, Zarena had retired to the quarters the Jedi had set out for her.

After only a few hours of sleep, she drearily became aware of her own awakeness, and decided to drag herself out of bed, as she would be getting no more sleep while the sun was shining. She threw on her clothes and shoes and headed for the door, booting it open as she used her hands to twist her hair up into a bun.

She rubbed her eyes and looked up and down the corridors, noting the congregation towards the top of the hall. She wandered in their direction, with the intention of strolling past and finding wherever it was the Jedi ate. I think I need a map.

Kevak Phobos had finally arrived at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. He had been delayed by a day due to some personal buisness. Kevak was looking for William Graff. Graff had contacted him upon hearing of him leaving the True Sith. Kevak remembered what Graff looked like from the message, now all he had to do was find him. As he walked down the hall he felt everyones' eyes staring at him. He shrugged the feeling off and continued walking. He saw Sith, Jedi, and even a couple Mandalorians. He spotted some Jedi and Sith sparring and decided to watch for a bit. He noticed that Jedi sparring with Jedi and Sith sparring with Sith was much tamer than the Jedi sparring with Sith.

Great alliance Kevak thought to himself.

It was then that he noticed Graff out of the corner of his eye talking to a Mandolorian, and possibly another jedi. He walked over to the group and eyed them all up.

"Greetings to all of you, I am Kevak Phobos," Kevak said to the group.

'This place is just as boring as it used to...nothing to do but wait, wait and wait some more...' Bail sat at the table to eat his breakfast. '...and the food hasn't improved much...' He looked around, searching for someone to chat with, but found noone. 'And as always, all fun people are busy and away...This darn place never changes...not even with all those dark jedis around.'

Aeran Drexel, or as he preferred, Sergeant Drexel walked through the halls of the temple, atleast it felt fairly quiet, because seeing Jedi and Sith walking around together was well.... strange, it was like days he was stationed on Manaan, except this time they didnt even seem to stab at eachother with words instead of the secretly hidden blade.

He could feel eyes on him, because he was completly clad in his Sith Trooper armour and was carrying an assault rifle, and to the better trained eye, the safety was off.
He felt safer in his armour, not just from the protection but from the fact that nobody could see his responses and expressions, it was probably why Republic Soldiers were called wimps over Sith, you would after all never see a sith trooper scream, as for the Republic...
Before he could finish his trail of thought he bumped into a group of mixed Jedi and Sith, which was odd considering all the other jedi and sith were keeping the distance.

"Im looking for someone named 'Graff' or 'Graft' or something..." He asked, demanding an answer but not begging it.

Zarena gave a tired "Good morning" to the hallway gathering as she passed, and walked on into the stairwell. She got out when she reached the ground floor, finding herself once again lost in the elaborate halls and corridors of the temple. She chose to approach one of the protocol droids.

"I'm a guest here. Where might I find breakfast?" She was still adjusting to being fully awake. I've never been a morning person.

The droid turned it it's ocular senses to her and began to speak, it's arms quivering as it spoke, something Zarena assumed was supposed to endear serving droids to their clients. She nodded casually through its directions before setting off for the dining hall.

As she was collecting her food from one of the serving droids, she noted that one of the others was already sitting down at one of the tables. Another Jedi type, though admittedly she found it hard to tell the difference between all the different flavours of lightsaber bearers. Might as well get to know the people I'll be travelling with for the next... Weeks. Months. Years, even. However long this mission takes.

She chose to sit across from the Jedi, setting her bowl down on to the table.
"I don't think I caught your name," she commented, sticking her elbows on the table as she did so.

"I don't think I caught your name," Bail looked up.

"Good morning to you too." Bail said and smiled. "The name's Bail. Who might you be?" Bail observed her and said. "Are you always this tired in the mornings?"

"The name's Bail. Who might you be?"

"Zarena." She glanced down to the mush of milk and grain she'd been given and prodded it with her spoon.

"Are you always this tired in the mornings?"

She looked across at the Jedi and laughed slightly. "This place compels me to wake up earlier than usual. Mornings aren't my strong point."

After giving a weary glance at her bowl, she continued. "Is the food here always this..." she paused, before finishing with an air of sarcasm, "...appetizing?"

Is the food here always this...appetizing?" Bail smiled.

"Truth to be told, this is better than it use to. It was much worse back when I was a Jedi...you were really looking forward to go on missions, just so you got eat decent food. So you should consider yourself lucky."

"Greetings to all of you, I am Kevak Phobos," Kevak said to the group

William faced Kevak to see a mix of a droid and man. William smiled and replied, "Nice to meet you Kevak, I'm William Graff."

"Truth to be told, this is better than it use to. It was much worse back when I was a Jedi...you were really looking forward to go on missions, just so you got eat decent food."

Zarena braved a spoonful of the mush. It wasn't so bad. It didn't taste of anything, which was admittedly a problem in itself. She swallowed it.

"So you should consider yourself lucky."

"I suppose I will," she said, with her usual half-smile. "It's less synthesised than what I'm used to."

She pondered the curious man sitting across from her. A Jedi, or rather another ex-Jedi if she judged correctly from what he'd said.

I suppose I didn't think they'd be sending the best of the Order on what is potentially a suicide mission. From what I've seen we're mostly mercs, and all the Force users are suspiciously non-Jedi-like.

"So how'd you get roped into this?" she inquired.

"So how'd you get roped into this?"

Bail thought a bit and scratched his head. "Revan summoned me. I'm not sure why, but it could be because we once faught together in the Mandalorian Wars, but our past is another history, for another time." Bail smiled and finished his meal.

"But I must say I'm glad to have a non-force-sensitive in the crew. They tend to be...boring, I am too many times I guess... we are a bunch of patronizing morrons too, specially those who are strong in the force...you know 'consulars', a Jedi class."

Aeran looked at the people, maybe it was just another bunch of Jedi and Sith who happened to get along, he set off towards the bar.

He walked in, and noticed the bartender look a little worried from the Sith Armour gleaming beautifully from the lights, he simple walked and sat at the counter, hoping that Graf would perhaps contact him instead.