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Zell struck a salute to her and said"We're at your servace"As he stood back so that Nat could salute her as well he asked"Would you like Nat and I to secure the perimeter?"

He doesn't repy other than looking at Nat who did as she had ordered. He reached to his side and pulled his Bryar pistol and loaded it"Just in case"Zell said to make sure there wouldn't be a missunderstanding.

And then, a voice sounded from elsewhere. "Who are you, and what's with all the weapons?" queried a Royal Theed Guard.

"Like, I'm Freya Starsinger," she indentified herself. "Surely, you totally knew we were coming?" she queried.

Another guard approached the group. "Ah, I remember you from the other day, Lady Starsinger," said the man sheepishly. "Though it seems that you've acquired more bodyguards since then,"

"Assassins so totally tend to have that sort of effect on a girl, yeah?" Freya countered, with a couple of wookies giving confirming woofs.

< One of our brothers has fallen to an assassin. He died protecting Lady Starsinger, > one of the wookies bayed, as Rusty translated.

Zerasel stops in mid air as he gains control over himself and hits the ground, but quickly gets up and stops, waiting for Jarron to attack first.

Zerosel took two steps tward the Jedi but stopped, noticeing that he would probably use the force to avoid him. He raised his hand and shot a bolt of lightning at the Jedi. As he did this he quickly advanced on Jarron and slashed at his side.

Link stood on the edge of a Cloud City tower, staring out at the endless flaming sky that heralded the oncoming night. Wind wipped about him as he stood atop his perch, threatening to pull him off.
But Link refused to move.
Instead, he gazed into the red and orange clouds, his thoughts swirling around his head, mimicing the wind swirling around himself.

Coruscant was the Vornskyr's den.
It was once more Imperial Center, and now it was the Throneworld of the Sith.
To go there, he would risk his freedom and his life, all for the sake of finding a dead man's treasure.
He could be captured, tortured, even put to death, just to find a pile of Material wealth of which he had no use.

But it was the last piece in the puzzle, the last clue before the end of the road.
He had spent many months tracking the treasure down, had traveled to many worlds, and had faced many perils.
He had come far.

Was it too far to give up? Certainly no one could blame him if he quit now. To continue was to risk certain death.
There were other things he needed to do. He needed to train, to ready himself for fighting the Enemy. He had to keep maintaining peace as best he could in the Galaxy.

He gripped the image caster in his hand, the compass to the treasure, the key to the datalinks.
He could cast it off the tower, let it fall forever through the clouds or dash it upon the pavement below.
That would keep Cale's secret for eternity. Without the Imagecaster, there could be no possible way to find the treasure. Perhaps it was better off that way, to join the ranks of the Galaxy's unsolved mysteries.

Giving in already? You little wuss.

Link grasped his sword in surprise, his eyes darting around.
A voice, he heard a voice on the wind. It was familiar, sounding almost like Cale's voice.

He paused, focused, listened again.
Nothing but the whistling of the wind.

It must have been in his head, that part of him that was of Darksun blood rallying against the tempting idea to quit the hunt.
There was a voice deep with in him. A part of him that told him to go through with the hunt, to finish what he had started, to at least see with his own eyes what Cale had so carefully hidden.

Had he not found people to help along the way? Challenges that pushed him to the limit of his capabilities?
Had he not been training the whole time? Growing stronger in skill and in the Force?

He stood, relaxing from his tensed stance. He pocketed the Image caster and turned for the stairs of the building.

"This one should Complete what he started. This one may be Darksun in name only, but he owes much to that name."

Kar'en deftly caught the flying Rebar, plucking it out of the air and slamming it into the Ground.
The Lighting was drawn to the rebar like a lightning rod as Kar'en hunkered behind it.
She held her hand out and a trash can was sent flying towards her opponent as she held her position.

Angel caught the trash can with the Force, and blasted it with lightning, causing it to absorb the charge and then sent it right back at Kar'en using the hardest Force Push she could do without destroying it in the process. Doing so took another drain on her and she came down from up in the air, not wanting to waste any more energy to stay up there.