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((s**t.. I'm sorry ND... im in india and i probably wont be able to COTGCW very well with the comp/internet conditions, which is why i was in prison, and was about bust out.. so im thinking, could you maybe puppet me and have me get away?))

Neb stared at the padawan, somewhat disappointed at the fact that he would once again train another student directly, instead of letting another knight gain his training.

"Alright... I'll figure out what's going on, you stay here." Neb stated, heading back into the depths of the temple to search out the council.

Selkisto waited for something to happen. Force lightning, a force push, some kind of mind trick, or a myriad of powers he was never even aware of. Instead, the Sith simply spoke. "There's no need for that. I'll come quietly."

Selkisto grinned beneath his mask. No doubt he wanted to escape the discomfort of being exposed to millions of Bothan stun spores. However, he had the upper hand in this situation. "I don't know that. However, this grenade will guarantee it." With a simple toss, the grenade was in the cell, and the food slot was closed, as was the eye-level slot. There was a 'THOOM,' a 'POOF!,' and then silence. From down the corridor, Selkisto heard running feet. He dashed back to the cell from whence he came, jumped down the grate, and pulled it closed. He went under Phoenix's cell, shot the grate off, climbed up, and pulled the former senator through. In moments, the mercenery was running swiftly back through the tunnels, an unconscious Sith slung over his shoulder.

((aww... i wanted to have you faking unconsciousness in some kind of Jedi trance that you put yourelf in at the last moment, then escape))

Selkisto, completely surprised, was knocked back against the wall of the tunnel. Letting out an angry growl of pain and frustration, he raised his SO-19 and PP-23 and fired both at Phoenix mercilessly, both set to full-auto, now not caring if he took him alive or not.

((really. i guess so =P. hehe))
Selkisto, figuring out that the Sith had been affected at least in part by the spores, almost laughed as he easily slid away from the blade. "Why don't you tell /me/ why a crummy hutt would have any kind of problem with you... and who that ugly droid-Dark Jedi was..." He aimed both guns at the other man, in fairly close proximity, waiting at least for an answer before he planned to blow his brains out.

Cale looked at the man with undisguised confusion. he eyed the large amount of cash and the device, then handed them back to the man. "Sorry pal, but this rates a 9.5 on my weird sith-o-meter. folks dont just run up to other people and dish out large amounts of cash with no strings attached. you're up to something and im not interested." Cale spun on his heel and walked away.

Neb found the council again, and quickly asked the question, "Is it true I'm training a padawan again? I didn't think masters did that."

The council, of course, always kept Neb in the dark, at least, that was his opinion.

"Two actually. And be honored. We'd delagate the padawans to knights, but we figured you wouldn't mind, and they are the top of their skills. So be prompt."

At this, Neb was defeated. He knew there wasn't any talking his way out of this one. Even with a Jedi Mind trick....

He met up with Ganil again, discontent at best. "Guess we'll be going to that ceremony... as soon as the other apprentice arrives..."