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As Angel watched the screen, she saw the blast hit the Jedi's ship that caused it to crash into her family's transport. Her thoughts went to how she saw it, and she remembers seeing a momentary flash from the craft. She had always assumed it was the reflection of the stars or something, but the video she just saw confirmed it. " There's no denying it... " she said with a sad tone, realizing her horrible mistake at misjudging the Jedi. " ... That Jedi saved my life. All these years, I thought the Jedi were to blame for my loss, but now I know... The Jedi are why I'm even alive at all. Neb, Mordranna, I'm sorry I've misjudged you and the Jedi Order. Now I see you really are the ones fighting for the good cause. " She started to smile, as her hatred for Jedi vanished, and she was finally able to be at peace in her mind. " We may still be enemies in this war, but now that I know the truth, I hope I won't have to fight you. I have to stay with the Dark Lord, but if he is at all like me, perhaps he can see the light as well. " She caught the holocron Neb tossed to her, and looked at it for a moment before putting it away. " If only I had known the truth from the start... Perhaps I'd be a Jedi right now instead of a Sith. "

Mordranna smiled at Angel. "I'd like that, if you and your Imperious came to us." Giving the most polite bow she could muster, she then added "We would welcome you, and hope that next time our paths cross, it will be as friends."
Mordranna then took a serious tone. "Of course, we all make mistakes. The important thing is to learn from them."
"Angel Syrica. I wish you well." Mordranna added, patting Angel warmly on the shoulder, as though she were more along the lines of a best friend, or sister. If they were to come to the light ... she and I could be sisters in the Force. I see a kindred spirit within her ... and I hope that will one day happen.

Cale looked out across the small slice of Ord Mantell that he had grown acustomed too. He had spent over a month here, a long time in the spacer's trade to be planetside. No sence getting sentamental. With the stunts he pulled on Rodia, a hiding place would be better than here. too many comrades that could get in trouble. No it was time to head back to space.
Having concluded buisness with Dathcha, he had packed what few clothes he had as well as his other gear in his ship.
Despite his preperations he found himself staring out at the setting sun. he had a strange feeling all of a sudden, a feeling remniscent of watching a good friend leave your side. Cale leaned against his fighter, and stared out at the scarlet evening sky for a while. a memory came back to him, one from a while back. a scene ablaze with gun fire and adrenaline...

"then its settled. we toast this delinquent and haul his mechanical a** in for booze and babe money. and thats always money well spent." Cale gripped his DC-15s and fired another couple shots at the borg.
The other man plucked a grenade from his vest with a free couple of fingers. "I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship." He chucked it, deliberately to the side of the borg, again to keep his position contained. "Buddy, a beautiful relationship is one with a lovely lady involved. THIS is the begining of a beautiful association." he fired off a few more rounds and began to open up with his Mos Eisly special.
The fellow shrugged again. An observant person could tell it was one of his personality traits. "Call it what you will. I was just quoting an old holovid from way back.... probably before we were born..." He fired with both weapons now, again, containing the borg for Cale's fire. "Since you agree to an association, I suppose I'll tell you my name. It's Hothun. Selkisto Hothun."...

Cale took another pull from his Jet Juice flask. It had been a while since he last saw that old barve. Cale wondered what he was doing now. But then again, when he felt this way, he always knew what happened. A good friend had made the final jump.
Cale took the rest of his Jet Juice and in a solemn fasion, poured it upon the ground.
"This one's for you Selk.
Clear skies, old Guard. Clear Skies."

Novara hit the ground. He slid into the wall and got up. Not even bothering to wipe the blood of his face.

" You disrespect me with this attack Drako....Mind you i call you master only because you saved my life. Stand down. I do not wish to fight...."

Novara held his hand over the saber gavin to him by Drako.

Drako laughed.

" Novara.....You surprize me with this back bone you have. " Drako relaxed and walked to the controles.

" Get us out of here......I am going to repair my self. " Drako walked out to the small medbay.