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"Not only that, Mistress Freya's manners leave something to be desired. Still, she does mean well," Rusty stated. Moving on, he then talked of Hoth. "Yes, and what a right dreadful place it was," he replied in respect to Hoth. "Our paths probably crossed at that time, though we most likely weren't aware of it. There wasn't much for me to do, what with no droid socket in the speeders they used at the time. On that note, I commend the craftiness of Skywalker and Antilles, using tow cables to snare the walkers."

"Very good, Werda," Heimdall replied. "We're proceeding to the Western Wing, and we'll meet at the intersection. Shall call if there is anything more. Out." He then turned to Iria. "Follow my lead, young one,"
"Understood, sir," Iria replied.
Thus far, it seemed that there was no trouble, but things weren't always as it seemed. Iria scanned the area, her azure eyes taking in the palace's splendid view. The area had a familiarity to her that she couldn't explain.
"Page Brunhildt," Heimdall addressed Iria.
"Yes, sir?" Iria replied.
"It seems all clear for now. No suspicious characters to be seen," Heimdall replied. A squad of troopers met them at that time.
"Sir Heimdall. Nothing to report. All clear," said the squad's sergeant. "Still, something doesn't seem right."
"Your words have credence, sergeant," Heimdall said. "Page, your thoughts?" he asked, looking to Iria.
"If there is in fact an infiltrator, he, or she, is indeed skilled. We should be wary," Iria said. "Be mindful, trooper, and be safe."

"[Yeah, it was a good idea.]" Gorwooken acknowledged. "[Some Ewoks I was fighting with on Endor utilized a similar tactic. Except this time it was on a scout walker. I don't think vines strung between two trees would take down an AT-AT]"

" Last I heard there was a few Jedi roaming about, probably wanting to round up their up. For what I don't know. " came the voice of a bartender in a cantina on Nar Shaddaa. " Interesting. Well, I guess we don't have anything to worry about, huh? " Angel said back, sipping on a lightly alcoholic drink. " Heh, you got that right. The universe can implode on itself for all I care, so long as I can still make a living here. Though, if I were you I'd be careful. You almost look like a Sith dropout or something in that all-black getup. People could mistake you for one. " " Your concern is noted, but no worries. I can handle myself. " Angel replied. After a couple more rounds and conversation, she left the cantina. " Dammit, they must be needing help for something big. It's only a matter of time before they want me too. " Angel thought to herself and sighed. " Last thing I need is for them to think me being an accomplished master means I feel like solving their problems. "

"Yes this one has." 'Wanlon' remarked. "There was such a man sitting on yonder rock." He pointed further under the bridge to a slab of permacrete.
"The second this one heard your speeder pull up though, he vanished." He shrugged a bit. "Some sort of jedi skill this one thinks. Perhaps he thought you were Bounty Hunters, Imperial Knights, or worse."

"[All too true.]" Gorwooken remarked sadly, checking the chronometer yet again. They still had a ways to go. "[But if we can unite the different sects of the Community and the Children of the Alliance, we can stand against the Empire once more. Perhaps we'll get to be War heroes again, old friend.]"

"[Well, unless you have any other interesting war stories, I'm not sure how to occupy ourselves for that time, then.]" Gorwooken said, picking up the Holobook that she'd been looking at, and opening it.
((I don't know what she was reading, feel free to say what it was.))

"[Alright.]" Gorwooken said, flipping through the HoloBook. He quickly flipped it shut again. "[Chick flick]" He said, tossing it gently back where it was. Stretching himself out onto his bunk, yet remaining awake, he contented himself with watching Freya sleep.