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"You will never know." Pash said calmly. He took the knife out of the man's hand and then, using his knowledge of the human body, gripped a pressure point on the Youth's neck, gripping it tightly to knock him unconcious. Soon, his opponent would pass out.

"Your questions will remained forever unanswered. For you will never see me again."
Pash's cold eyes glared into the Sith's own, an icy sea of calm, certainty and focus that seemed to be weighing and judging Shisstal's dark soul for final judgement.
Then he tightened his grip to firmly knock the man out.

Pash rolled his eyes.
"They always say the same thing." He muttered as he took the comlink the guard had given the youth. The Comlink would give him access to the academy, the better to take it down from within.

Pash then presed his hand to Shisstal's head. Now unconcious, he would be easy to manipulate, to fudge what had exactly happened in the alley.

Pash was being truthful when he said the youth would never see him again. To be precise, he would never remember seeing him.

Using the force technique Memory Rub, he altered Shisstal's perception of what had occured: instead of a fight with a jedi, he would remember getting attacked by a drunken miner who shot him and left him for dead.

Pash's face, build, manerisms and voice were blurred to be unrecognizable.
He would not remember having fought a jedi, only that he fought a miner, got shot and passed out.

It was true enough from a certain point of view: Pash was dressed as a miner, had indeed shot him, and the youth had passed out.

But as Pash was rubing and altering his memories, Pash stumbled upon a memory: the reason this man Shisstal had come here.

He sought a Sith named Nakara.

Pash's eyes widdened at this new insight but he did not let it distract him Shisstal seemed to know little else aside from Nakara's name, but he checked anyway.

He then completed the Memory Rub and left Shisstal's mind. Taking his knife, he pried out the bullet in Shisstal's shoulder, then spritzed the wound with bacta spray and a disentectant.

The wound started to heal and the bleeding stopped.

Now done in this alley, the Jedi Shadow blended into the city, having a new focus for his search.

Shisstal awoke. He slowly got up. He looked around for anyone but there was nothing. He tried to remember what had happened. He remembered coming to the acadamy, waiting for hours, talking to the guard, heading towards town,... and then what? He thought hard, and only remembered a little. The memory had to do with a drunk miner shooting him in the shoulder before he passed out. He was furious. How could he have let a drunken miner knock him out? Shisstal got back up and reached for his communicator to ask some questions. But it wasn't there. He looked around for it but he couldn't find it. This was terrible. Now instead of going into town, he'd have to go back and wait at the acadamy again. There was no other way for him to know when he would be allowed in. But then he started thinking. If he had to wait so long before, the situation probably hadn't changed. He decided to come back to the adadamy later. He knew of a mining facility not far from where he was. He grabbed his knife from the ground and shethed it again. Then he went towards the mines. If it was a miner who had embarresed him in this way, than it would be the miners who would suffer his vengence. Although Shisstal wasn't good at hand to hand combat, he was good at being stealthy. It was a talent that he had worked on since he was a child.

Shisstal had snuck up on a group of miners who weren't paying attention. Miners were all over the planet, but the deaths of these miners would send a message that they had done something wrong. It would be in their best intrests not to make the same mistake twice.
Shisstal snuck up on the first one from behind and quickly slit the miner's throat. The other four miners turned around to see what was happening. Shisstal threw his knife with strangely deadly accuracy into another miner's throat. The other three now had their vibropickaxes and were moving on Shisstal. As one of them swung, Shisstal grabbed the pickaxe before hit him and pulled it out of the man's hands. Then he used the pickaxe and stabbed it into the miner's head. The man died instantly.
The other two ran at Shisstal. Shisstal used the pickaxe and hit one man over the head and got out of the way of the other man. Then he stabbed the pickaxe into the first man who was on the ground.
The last miner came up from behind Shisstal and knocked him to the ground. Shisstal lost grip on the pickaxe and it fell out of his reach. The man was about to stab Shisstal. Shisstal put his hands up in defence. But something happened that Shisstal did not expect. Instead of stabbing Shisstal, the man flew a few feet into the air and landed on the ground. Shisstal was in complete surprise. He wasn't sure what had happened but knew that he had an opportunity. Shisstal grabbed his knife from the throat of one of the miners and quickly stabbed the last miner in the head.
All four miners were now dead. Shisstal felt refreshed. He picked up his knife and shethed it again. Then he wiped the blood from his face and headed back towards the acadamy. Now that he had taken his revenge for his embarresment, he decided that it would be a good time to do some waiting. He also needed to know what had happened. Had he used the force on the last man? Was it some random occurence? Shisstal needed to think. And there was no better place to think then at an acadamy.

As she was cooking the food, the door alert buzzed again and she spun to stare angrily in the airlock's direction.

"Fierfek! What now?!"

Annoyed, she marched to the door to see who it was and her irritation faded upon seeing it was Koren.

"Ah! Kor'ika!" She exclaimed as she opened the door. "Jate! K'olar! K'olar! kai'tome's not done yet so just give it a bit."

She ushered him in and sat him down at the table in her ship's lounge.

"Me'copaani lin'pirur?" she asked him. "Ive got some fizzbrew in the fridge and I think I got a bottle of Abrax around here somewhere."

Several kilometers away from the small research clinic, a squad of mandelorians from the clan of Usp landed. Scaling the rock face of the craig under the cover of night, they quickly proceeded closer and closer.

"Damn doctor," one muttered. "The entire thing was a setup. Just to steal some stick."

"Shut up and focus on the prize. He was able to knock out Jorgan, so he's got something of skill. We're on his home turf, so keep sharp." another one hissed back.

The building didn't look out of the ordinary, a simple pre-fab lab with several various rooms. Many in the squad wondered why so many were really needed, in spite of the evidence provided by one of their comrades being knocked out. One of them tripped over.

"Shut up! you want the element of surprize or not?"

~~~~~~

The small alarm on Nakara's waist buzzed.

"Nubyl, what is it?"

"Seems someone tripped over one of our sensor wires. We got company. looks around 20 of them. Usp's men."

"Good," he stated, heading towards the gymnasium. Jaing and Durge were sparring, teaching each other about moves, though Jaing continued to pass on his knowledge of mandelorian fighting styles. The traditional circle was crudely drawn on the ground. Nakara watched until the lesson was over.

"Doctor, these upgrades are surprizingly better than I ever expected from someone as crooked as you. Now, we discuss payment. Nothing is ever free."

"Precisely, Master Jaing. Which is why i'm here. We have unexpected guests. Mandelorians, to be precise. From Kung Usp's service. I need you to dispose of them, and we'll call the debt paid."

"Why are his men after you?" Jaing asked, skeptical at the story.

"I don't know," Nakara lied, "but there are thirty of them out there, and they're armed to the teeth, ready to kill me. But you're in debt to me, and who better to field test these improvements out but on some of the best warriors in the galaxy?"

Jaing knew something was up, but each of them didn't budge a step. He couldn't quite place his finger upon it, but he agreed in the end. He had a hated passion of hatred for Usp's men to begin with, and this was a perfect chance for revenge.

~~~~~~~

"Great numbnuts, you just let them know we're here," the leader stated. They were only twenty meters from the building, and they had blown their initial surprize. Switching to heavier weaponry, they prepared to charge. As the red armored mandalorian made the motion to move out, a large blast blew from the side of the building, the smoke obscuring their vision. A blasterbolt nailed the commander of the squad right in the head, killing him instantly.

As his body hit the ground, the rest turned towards the opening, and noticed two large armored creatures standing in the gaping maw. Jaing was blowing the smoke from his rifle, as he addressed them.

"Ambushing a vode. How low can you get?! Will none of you step forward in honorbound combat, man-to-man, fist-to-fist?"

"Open fi-!" another shouted, as a second bolt hit him. The firefight had started before the agressors were prepared. Durge spun around the bolts, landing two more of his own straight to the heads of his enemy. The marked improvements of their enhancements was inevitable. Deployable shielding, aim-assist programs, the whole works which Nakara had promised to the very tribe which now hunted him. In a sense, he was sad that they would now be destroyed, as he had hoped for a better fight.

"This is too easy," Jaing muttered. A threat alarm blared in his right ear, as he turned. A grenade exploded too soon, hitting him full force and knocking them over. Durge, in his ties, tried to help by working his way over to Jaing. The squad, seeing this as a chance, retreated, at only 20% strength of what they started with. Nakara closed in, seeing a chance of his own.

"I can rebuild him, durge," he muttered. "But the mandelorians which fled have to be dealt with."

"Go," Jaing coughed. "I'll catch up as soon as possible. I expect you'll leave none behind by that time."

Durge nodded, and made his way into the jungle. The sounds of the ships taking off in rapid startups could be heard already. At least Usp's men could really run when scareed.

"Just to let you know, I'd like to thank you for planting the seeds of a war between the mandalorians and the sith. As a token of appreciation, I'll return you back to life. Spill this information though, and I'll make sure you'll never find me again. Be grateful you surivived a dance with the devil, and lived," Nakara muttered, his eyes tightening. "The world is full of cowards, and your life means that one more warrior who deserves life stays alive."

Calling Nubyl, he drug the giant back to the lab.

"Prep the surgery room. Also, has that little kushiban told you if my next client is on planet?"

"Affirmative. He arrived this morning," Nubyl replied.

"Good. After I patch up Jaing here, I need you to go to Iskalloni and work out some details with the new patch on the aim-assistance systems. Seems there's a potential crash in the network. Also, call up the local used ship dealers. Tell 'em we've got some stuff to sell and meet me tomorrow morning."

Shisstal woke up from his sleep. He hadn't even known he had fallen asleep. But he probably needed it. The day's experiences were extremelly stressful for him. But he hadn't slept until morning. It was the middle of the night. He slowly got back up. He needed a drink. He began walking towards town again. After a while, he reached the local cantina. He went inside and ordered a strong drink. He sat and sipped his drink ocasionally. Deep in thought, he wondered if being a Sith was worth what he was going through right now. He wanted to use the force. But he didn't want to follow any guidelines or rules. This is why he originally didn't want to join the jedi. They had so many rules that prevented someone from gaining power. But he now knew that even Sith had their rules. Shisstal didn't want that. He wanted to do things the way he wanted. Use his any abilites that he had the way he wanted to. But if he followed either the Sith or Jedi, he wouldn't be able to. But he needed that power that only the Sith were capable of. He would have to make a sacrifice. He was going to have to obey any rule that the Sith gave him, no matter what it was. But once he was given the rank of master, he knew exactly what he would do. But for now, he would follow rules. He took one last drink of his drink, payed, and left the cantina to walk the streets of town.