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"Doing his duty, which is probably your job. As of right now, he has just taken down the bounty on one of the 'jedi masters' which the empire has posted up. While he cannot be everywhere at once, the Master usually has an efficiency rate of about 145% compared to the standard. That is where I come in, as no human assistant or apprentice can keep up with the master's tasks. I do not require 'sleep' and I can be where my master can not. So let us get back to the task at hand. What brings you here, despite the GLF, Loyalist, and jedi forces out still mucking things up?"

"I'm afraid you best be leaving now, then. I negotiate all deals pertaining to the Master. Unless you speak in ancient sith in his peculiar dialect, you will find him extremely difficult to understand. I have spent the last four years training his apprentice the toungue alone. And I doubt you have access to the complete library of holocrons on Korriban. So either way, I will be present, as emissary or as translator. And I would hate for the master to throw you out of the airlock for wasting time on his personal vessel." HM responded, sitting back down. "Though Lt. Gren will be more than happy to escourt you off the ship if you desire it."

"If you wish to be so arrogant, I cannot stop you. But you're going to have to know the dialect fluently. Not even emperor Krayt can understand my master without my translations. I was unaware you were more knowledgable than he? Perhaps if you think that, you should be head of the sith empire by now, should you not?"

Predictably, she should her head. "No, you're wrong. Doing that is suicide. Finding me was suicide. I'm not some little girl."

She reignited her lightsaber. "I'm far more skilled than you, regardless of our status, and that I won't contest. You want to kill your master's pet, then fine. Have fun."

She turned around, and walked alone into the forest.

"Don't say I did not warn you. In the meantime, you may stay in one of the rooms we provide on the ship. You may be here a while, so I suggest getting settled in." HM responded, snapping his metallic fingers with a click.

"I'll be on it immediately," Lt. Gren reported, "Come this way."

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The prey was seperating. The herd seemed to be thinning itself out. Perfect. The weak was leaving the strong, begging to be devoured. Altering its course, it began to creep along the undergrowth towards the witch with pure hatred. It felt the Force flow through her, and did not lower its guard one bit. The echos continue to be produced, hiding itself from detection, as it crept closer to the witch. It got close enough to see her, as its toungue lashed out with delighted fury, but it made a false move. A twig snapped under his feet.

A beast knows when the prey has been alerted. It went straight for the female, disreguarding any camoflague it had. Claws outstretched, it bounded forth on powerful legs, attempting to grab the prey before it could defend itself further.

Sensing the boy, the licker stepped out of the way, causing the blow to glance off the smooth head. It was not that unaware of its surroundings to blindly charge. Now it faced a predator of its own, but it knew not fear. Fanning out its limbs, it rattled them to scare off the boy. It wanted its meal, nothing more, nothing less. Digging its feet into the ground, the licker began to keep itself at a distance from the boy, waiting to strike, while edging closer to the witch with every step.

Lightning. It's effect was next to a baby slapping your face. The licker was not enticed by the attack; it was the nature of the child which had dared attempt it. Letting out a rather large roar, and flailing its tendrils one more time in warning, its tail twitched in anger. Any biologist can recognize the warning signs of animals, as the Licker pulled out the stops. It gave fair warning to the boy. It turned again towards the weaker prey, the drool dripping from its mouth burning the undergrowth.

Vincent sighed, setting down, "Here-" He said, sliding the Java Juice to his friend. Alexander Owllance-A man whose past he hardly ever spoke of-Sat across from him, nodding.

"Ahh thanks bud-Jeesh, how long's it been?"

"A few months," Vincent replied calmly. He watched his friend sip at the Java Juice, smiling. It certainly had felt like quite a long time since he'd seen his friend. The two sat quietly for a time, and then Vincent looked up, saying to Alex, "So...I take it you must have a job for me?"

Alex set down the metal mug, sighing, "Not really-But I did hear about your run-in with the imperials, and that little fight you got into at the bar. Tell me-I'm not an expert on Jedi's, but isn't this going to help you GET noticed, instead of the opposite?"

Vincent merely shrugged, looking at the metal counter of the home, sighing as he replied, "I don't really mind-The Sith have better things to do than come after a lone Jedi Knight...I should be the last on their list of 'things to destroy'-They're still trying to find the rest of the Jedi Masters, I'm sure."

"I wouldn't count them out of anything," Alex replied tensely, "They aren't one's to back down-Especially 'him'. You think he's going to just pop up when it's convenient, and you two are going to have a nice little flashy battle with those ancient weapons of yours, and you're going to win? You really don't understand the Sith at all."

Vincent smirked, his eye's closed as he replied coolly, "On the contrary...I know a good deal about them...especially about 'him'-He's going to find my message, and then take his chance to try to kill me. It is, in truth, a trap-Hopefully he falls right into it."