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((Oh you a**. After all the s**t I went through for that sword.))
Link did not even pause.
With speed he drew a second blue saber from his sleave and cut the Plasma Cabine's barrel apart. The Blade was at Revak's throat in an Instant, a Dark Glare in Link's eyes.
"Make so much as a tremor in the force and I will disembowl you. You, Reptiloid, will pay for the damages to this hangar. The Chiss will take their fighters and park them on the far side of the spaceport. Then the matter will be settled. Agreed?"

Revak smiled coldly, "Why pay for the damages when you can fix them yourself?"

Calra had tensed, but upon hearing that she laughed.

Then Revak knelt beside the pile of ash that was Link's sword, "It was of beautiful manufacture, I admire your choice in equipment." A glow permeated the dust and suddenly it recoalesced into the sword, just as it had been before, but cleaner, stronger, and even more deadly.

Revak shrugged, "They won't use it, they were here for us, and now that we're beyond their reach they'll leave." Wipeing his hands together he smiled at the Jedi, "All I want is to be left alone."

Revak stepped toward the wall and set to work, whisling softly between his teeth as Calra slunk back toward her starfighter.

Calra scowled and stomped over to the wall and sat on one of the crates leaning against its battered surface, "Rakata spitting b*****d."

Vera T'Chadaa fell down hard on the cold floor of the Avenger's bridge. The Imperial Knight's SD was one of several around the galaxy, though most prefered ships that were much more stealthy.

Nonetheless, a fleeing group of Knights had to be prepared for combat, and a Star Destroyer was probably one of the best prepared mass-produced ships in the galaxy when it came to that.

But currently it was on the run, in hyperspace to be more precise, and the few Pages of the Imperial Knights were undergoing their final trials. That is, the final trials to be supervised in a training area.

Wiping blood from her mouth, Vera stood in a ready stance, her lightsaber now flung across the arena. Her opponent, a man much older than she was, lunged at her as she attempted to call her lightsaber back to her hand. It spun off into the air as she dodged the aggressor's assault, catching herself before falling to complete a backwards somersault and clutch her previously airborn lightsaber handle in her outstretched hand.

With a grunt her opponent came at her again, swiping to the side. The girl ducked low so that her body could transfer its weight over her left hand before she swung her legs into a kick that sent him a few feet backwards.

Vera immediately regretted the move, but took advantage of his vulnerable position, willing her feet to move her towards him, though the effort caused searing pain to spike through them.

Her opponent was an Imperial Knight in full sparring armor, while she was wearing naught but her clothes.

Vera swept past the instructor, aware of the move he would make before he could make it, and doging below it, leaned forward so that her back was facing his. Unable to recover from his sweeping stroke, he fell prey to Vera's lightsaber, thrust backwards into the armor on the small of his back.

He yelped in pain and jumped forward before turning to face her. He exhaled and took a deep breath before smiling. "Congratulations, Vera. Against all odds, you have risen to your current status; on the verge of becoming a full-fledged Knight, in a timespan that's almost impossible to believe."

Vera blushed a deep red hue and bowed to hide her embarassed smile. "Thank you, master," she responded, "although I cannot take credit for my progress. It is because of your support, and the support of the rest of the Knights on this magnificent vessel."

Vera was genuinely overwhelmed by the size and might of the Avenger. Any average citizen of the galaxy might feel awe at the sight of the warship, but until recently, Vera's idea of a large ship was roughly the size of a Lambda class shuttle.

"There is no need for that, Vera," her master said quietly. "You have done well, and deserve a good night's rest."

"Thank you, master." Vera bowed, saluted, and returned to her chambers.

((thanks!))

Ord Mantell? Iria thought. Granted, it was far enough from the Core so that any would-be Sith hunters wouldn't think to look for her there.
With a bow, she stated, "Your offer is generous. But first, I must notify the bakery owner that I will be going." After the kindly older man took her in like that, it didn't sit right with her to simply leave him without a word, as he at least deserved that much. "After that, we can depart in the morning."

(( Ali: IK padawans are called Pages ^^ ))

"And, I am Iria. Iria Brunhildt," she said with a bow.

And the next morning, Iria had informed the shopkeeper of her intentions. The kindly old man was disappointed but understood. "You were a good worker, and with that said, you shall always have a home here, should you need such,"
Iria bowed. "I thank you for taking me in, and all you've done. Fare you well." And with that, she left the bakery for the last time.
Next stop, Ord Mantell, she mused, taking only but the armor on her back with her, and her lightsabers. As agreed, she seen the TIE Hunter on the northern outskirts of town. "Shall we be off, then?"

"I see," Iria said. "Still, this is fine," she said without complaint, settling into the back seat.

(( fast forward to Ord Mantell? If so, then the next stop it is! ))