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Master Vrook looked at the sith, then at the other. Were they but Dark Jedi, he would ask hem to stand down. But these knew of the sith teachings somehow, and thus they would not give in. He just sighed as Heras kept his eye trained on the second."Easy, this could have been..."Jaron said as he looked at Darth Zerosel. Then to the jedi at his side he had rescued he said."No longer is this in your hands young one. Leave, you can."

With knife in hand, Link went after the Largest of the Saber Rakes first. Moving far faster than the Noble could manage, he stabbed his knife into the man's foil hand and then slamed his shoulder into the fellow's face, knocking him backward.

He yanked his knife out of the man's hand, tossed it up to grab it by the blade, then hurled it into the arm of a Female Saber Rake.

Out his peripheral he saw another female attempt a lunge at him with her lightfoil. Link sidesteped, letting the woman's own initiative carry her past him as he spun and kicked the woman's Back.

Another noble came at him and swiped at him with a Lightfoil. Link bent backwards, the blade passing over top of him and missing him by centimeters. Snaping back up, he hooked his boot around the fellow's leg and pulled it out, tripping the man. As his Lightfoil slipped from his grasp, Link plucked it out of the air and spun with it, knocking the lightfoil from the Last Saber Rake's hand and pointing his own straight at the man's face.

"Hold it, you filthy cur!" A familiar voice called out.
Link turned to see the lead Saber Rake had a hold out pistol pointed at him.
"So...the tables have turned, Serf!" The battered man said, his broken arm dangling at his side. "Now drop the lightfoil."
"No."
"Drop it!"
"No."
"Drop it or I'll shoot!"
"Do it. Go on."
"I will!" The Rake said, his voice quavering.
"I dare you."
"I honestly will!"
"Shoot then."
The man finally worked the nerve up and fired, a green bolt shooting from his hold out.
With out warning, the Lightfoil Link held snapped in the way of the bolt, intercepting it and hurling it back at the firer, blasting the man's hand.
The man fell to the groundscreaming in pain.

Around him, the wounded and frightened Saber Rakes gave him considerable space.
"Wha-what are you?!" One of them managed.

Link arched an eyebrow as he walked over and picked up his knife. "This one is a slave, a serf and a humble man. He has nothing to prove and has no need for money, power, or fame. And He is the one who soundly defeated each and every single one of you." He slid his knife into his boot sheath and walked to the platform's edge to collect his gear.

"Even with blasters, lightfoils, and dirty tricks, you were all beaten by a poor man with a knife. You let your pride, anger, and hatred blind you and bind you. In esscense you were fighting with your hands tied behind your back."

He rebuckled his swordbelt and hooked his gaffi stick upon his back.
"If you wish to be real fighters, you will leave the lightfoil and instead take up a metal blade. You should control your emotions, not let them control you. View the galaxy through eyes unblinded by your own personal views.
If you dedicate yourself to the way of the sword, to a life of humility and honesty, then you will become better people because of it. You will become fighters, not mere Rakes."

Link bowed to the Saber Rakes.
"Mee jewz ku, de gozaru. And may the Force be with you." Link bid them as he turned and made his way back to the Trest Casino, leaving the battered and dumbfounded Saber Rakes to complentate upon their actions.

" I can't say I have any respect for anyone that would want to kill a harmless little girl. " Angel said, still not moving, though it would be obvious to anyone now that she was ready to fire a blast of lightning at any moment.

With a hiss the door that slid between the Weequay and the Rapora began to glow. The inner part of the door seemed to flash with a brilliant light. Then half of it exploded outward, firing like a flechette cannon into the hall sending a hail of molten metal shrapnel jolting down the hall. One of the weequay fell to the floor, his head severed by a piece of shrapnel while his comrade rolled in agony, his leg severed and his body burned.

The door's other side had remained intact, but now it seemed to evaporate, it's heated structure falling to the ground like a shower of salt. Calra leapt into the room, her plasma carbine up and without a second thought she shot the wounded weequay dead and ran several meters down the cooridor. Revak leapt into the cooridor, his pistol out and ready before walking down to meet with Calra.

Calra glanced in his direction, "Nice trick."

"I vaporized the outer lining of the other side of the door turning it into a minature bomb, most of the time I do something like that its by accident," Revak replied.

Suddenly a brown figure skidded to a stop at the far end of the hallway, and only the soft blue glow from the side of his weapon lit him displaying the cold reptilian eyes and green skin. He wore a rangefinder over one of his eyes that emitted a soft green light. Then the trandoshan lifted his rifle.

Calra threw herself to the side of the forcing her body to conform to it's hexagonal shape. On the opposite side Revak scrambled to find safety as a blast of ionized air shot down the hallway. It slammed into the doorframe and detonated into a concussive blast of air and sound which echoed down the hall.

Revak winced at the sound and he heard a quiet squeak of recognition from Calra, she'd been hit by a concussion rifle before and wasn't looking forward to reliving the experience.

Another sound echoed in the cooridor as the two rapora shook their heads to clear the ringing. A formation of four more enemies had run to support the trandoshan, two of them were rodians armed with blasters, but the other two were unidentifiable behind their mercenary armor.

Revak glanced at Calra, "They don't want us getting to the bridge do they?"

"Looks like it." Calra answered as she snapped around the cover of a structural brace and fired. The bolt shot down the hall, hitting the trandoshan in the chest and vaporizing the creature's lungs. With a blast of green gore the creature seemed to explode, its body parts falling all over its comrades, and the armor plate that had been ment to protect it fell as a molten puddle in the middle of the floor.

The other mercs sat stunned for a second then returned fire, their desperate hail of blaster fire glancing off of metal panels hurling bolts that would not have had a chance to score back into play. The two armored enemies smacked a device on their shoulders and a dull yellow shield appeared around them, personal energy shields.

Revak bit his lip as a bolt grazed his shoulder but failed to penetrate the armor, "Looks like you made em mad!"

Calra answered by leaping off the wall and rolling into the middle of the cooridor. She stood on one knee with her Plasma carbine pointed down the cooridor and fired. A golden bolt of energy shot from her weapon and immediately began to expand widening as it went. The two rodians took the full blast and fell dead from the blast. The two other mercs held fast, their shields repelling most of the bolt and stood there menacing with their armor smoking. Calra sat their for a moment with the now empty plasma carbine in her hand and saw her death coming as the two mercs lined up their rifles. Suddenly a pair of golden bolts shot into them as Revak rushed into the fight.

The bolts broke through their shields and tore into their armor but failed to penetrate to flesh and bone. The mercs staggered back, but they were still in the fight and certainly angry.

Revak tossed aside his pistol and drew his lightsword, as the two golden blades appeared the mercenaries flinched, then fell back dropping their weapons as they went. Apparently they'd had enough.

As the group came closer they could see the whole of them and Zell hesitated, knowing that wookies had bad tempers sometimes"Excuse me!"Zell called as Nat finally cought up with him. He quickly walked over to the group but kept his distance.

As he reached the group he took a few steps back noticeing the wookies size"Ummm...Zell You're going to get us killed" Nat said to Zell quitely. "We"Zell said gesturing to Nat and himself"Are a few Mercenaries looking for some decently adventurous jobs. Do you happen to need body gaurds other than your...big friends?"He asked timidly at these last words, hopping that they wouldn't be his last.

Neel'Ao spoke his name proudly.
"I am Neel'Ao of the Jedi Order! I swore a blood oath to avenge those who have fallen. But, this should not be my way."
He went to leave as the large Jedi said, when Aksel lept forward and over the large Jedi. He landed swiftly in front of Neel'Ao, cutting at the legs and arms. The boy let out a scream of pain.
"Heh, heh, heh... Leaving the party so soon?"
The two Jedi now were surrounded.
"Come large one, and let my blades draw more blood. Feed the red of my sabers!"

((BTW I won't be posting within the next 48 hours due to my waiting in front of Best Buy for 24 hours to get that damned PS3))