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Zira Darkstar	By : xxfatedsoulxx Category: +G through L > Knights of the Old Republic Views: 14556 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Knights of the Old Republic and make no money from writing this story. Thank Bioware for the characters and a good portion of the conversations. (Thanks all Star Wars creators.) ^-^

Chapter List
- 7
- 8
- 9
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A/N: Exceptionally long chapter, but it didn't seem right to cut it loose anywhere else. Anyway, please R&R and let me know what you think.
~Beta'd by Envy~
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Chapter 8

Several officials had come to collect Zira and Duncan. They lead the two of them into a small chamber nearby. She could feel a strange sensation as she walked through an energy matrix that surrounded the arena. It was probably the field that would keep us alive in combat.

Duncan had looked pumped, spending the short trek between areas trying to jeer and taunt Zira. She ignored him. There was little point in getting into a shouting match when she was so close to just knocking him out anyway.

The dueling chamber was a round room, easily fifty meters in diameter. It was surrounded by fan seating and private booths.

The officials got the all clear signal from each competitor. Then left the arena, sealing the door behind them. Zira moved to her appointed spot, as did Duncan, and it wasn�t long before the lights died. A spotlight appeared overhead and shined down upon Duncan, an announcer blaring over the loud speakers spread throughout the chamber.

�Ladies and gentleman, draw your eyes to the center ring! We have a very special presentation in store for you! You�ve seen him lose night after night after night, but this time he�s after fresh meat. In this corner I give you Deadeye Duncan!�

Duncan took a moment to lift his hands over his head, as if he�d already been declared the victory.
�And in the other corner, a relative newcomer to the Taris dueling scene.� Zira smiled softly. The way he says that, it makes it seem like I�ve been on Taris for a while now. Least I got a lucky break there.

�Emerging from the shadows with no history, no past and no name�. the Mysterious Stranger!� The name caused an annoying twitch to her left eye, but the crowd was screaming. Maybe Ajuur wasn�t just a bloated slime-bag after all.

The green light over the arena lit up and Zira wasted no time in drawing her vibroblade and charging Duncan.

Duncan, seeming to be caught off guard by this, and fumbled for his blaster as he had before. Seeing the rate at which Zira was closing in on him he simply released it. The blaster clattered to the floor and he went for his own vibroblade.

He barely managed to get the blade drawn before Zira was upon him. He took a wild swing at her with both hands on the handle of the blade.

The Zira�s blade met his in a clash. The cortosis weave on each weapon grinding together in a way that showered the two of them in sparks. Duncan began to back peddle quickly. He was more stumbling backwards than anything.

Zira unleashed a flurry of blows that she flowed from one to the next. Each coming from the opposite side. Duncan wildly swung the blade back and forth in a pathetic attempt to parry.

Zira saw a dozen kill shots in this combat, but she was out to humiliate him for being such a dick. She let the man back himself up until he ran full force into the wall behind him. The shock of the impact caused him to be a half second too late on a parry.

Zira�s blade connected with the side of his head, but it seemed to connect with something else slightly first. It reminded her of a personal shield generator. The blow landed with such strength that, even with the shield, it knocked the man�s head to the side like it had been hit with a bat instead of a blade. The only thing that saved his life was the shield. Had it been down, Zira knew her blade would have cleaved his skull.

The momentum of the attack forced the man�s head to bounce off the wall behind him, as well, before he finally slammed hard to the floor.

She stared down at him, a bit of horror had swept through her. Was that really necessary? I didn�t mean to hit him that hard�. Or did I? She drove the blade roughly back into it�s sheath as she turned away from him. She stalked back across the room, heading for the door as the announcers word�s blared in her ears.

�It�s over! The fight is over! The Mysterious Stranger has won! But really, are any of us surprised? Deadeye losing isn�t news. You have to do better than that to impress us, Stranger!�

It�s all about the credits, isn�t it Ajuur? She figured that the announcer had been paid to downplay her victory. If it seemed like luck, she would draw more bets if she were to climb the ranks. Each fight would seem as though she�d barely won in the round prior. A clever strategy for making credits, and since her paycheck was on commission from the purse of the gamblers, then it seemed like an adequate way to make some extra credits.

After leaving the dueling ring, she went straight to Ajuur. She was anxious to get her cut.

�Good fight, good fight.� He praised as she approached. Judging by the way his eyes were bulging, and the shininess of his lips and mouth, the prize had been good.

�People like you, Mysterious Stranger. They bet a lot when you fight. It makes me happy� and rich. I always pay my debts. You won, so you get paid. Ten percent of the purse; that was the deal. Here�s your credits. You come see me when you�re ready to fight again.� He forked over one hundred credits, which meant the pot had been somewhere around a thousand credits. Or at least, a thousand credits profit. There�s now way he�d give me ten percent of what was brought in.

�Thanks Ajuur, I�ll do that.�

It didn�t take long for them to have Duncan on his feet again and back in the dueling room with everyone else. She decided to go over and apologize. She�d succeeded in teaching the man some humility and felt that now, they could move past it.

�Hi Duncan.� Her voice seemed laced with much more smugness then she�d intended.

The man cringed and put a weary hand to his head. �What do you want? Oh, let me guess, you beat me in the dueling ring and now you�re here to rub it in my face! Yeah well, I�m used to it. So pardon me if I ignore your gloating.�

�Wow, you sure have a bad attitude!�

�Gee, I wonder why? Couldn�t have anything to do with being the -worst- duelist on Taris, could it? Everyone is better than me! A blindfolded, one-legged tach with a rusty knife could probably beat me, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? You satisfied yet? Are you happy now that you�ve taken the last shred of dignity I have?� He had become threatening. His words were each filled with venom.

She sneered at him. Apparently humility was too much for you to learn, you nerf-herder! �Yeah, I�m happy now.� Her words rolled off her tongue, like an icy, verbal blade.

Duncan murmured quietly, �Slime-rat.�

�Rrr!� She threw her hands up in frustration and stormed away from him, seething. She felt as though she was going to kill someone.

Her mind reeled back to the scene of the blade being shunted away from Duncan�s head. That was the only thing that prevented her from killing him, maybe it would help alleviate her current rage.

She went back to Ajuur. �I�m ready now.�

The Hutt needed now explanation. �You handled Duncan pretty well. I think you�re ready to fight Gerlon Two-Fingers. Just remember, Gerlon uses blasters in the ring sometimes.� He added admonishingly.

Zira kept her tone even, despite how much she longed to just get started. �Let�s do it.�

The trip with the officials seemed to take much longer this time. The rage that Duncan had boiled up inside her had lowered to a low simmer by the time the house lights died out and spotlights took their place.

The loud speakers blared to life, �Ladies and gentleman, draw your eyes to the center ring! We have a very special presentation in store for you! In this corner, one of the greats; a man so tough, even a disfiguring injury couldn�t end his career!� The commentary was interrupted for a second as he announcer gave a dark and wild laugh. �I give you Gerlon Two-Fingers!�

The crowd roared throughout the stands. The sound was deafening, much louder than the first time.

�And in the other corner, a relative newcomer to Taris dueling scene. Emerging from the shadows with no history, no past and no name�. The Mysterious Stranger!� Good to know that originality isn�t in his vocabulary.

The green light blinked on and Zira pulled her blaster, and began to close on Gerlon, who proved to be much faster than Duncan. He had his blaster out just as quickly as Zira did and began to duck and weave while firing at her. They both traded a few shots as she crossed the room. Gerlon scoring two hits: one in her shoulder that burned like hell, and the other in the thigh.

The energy fields that protected the room were probably the only thing that kept that from dropping her, right then and there. Her own shots hadn�t been as fortunate; she�d only managed a graze across Gerlon�s forearm. She released her blaster and let it fall to the ground, she was close enough now it would only slow her down to try and holster it.

Gerlon tried to weave out of the way and get another shot with his blaster, but Zira�s foot connected hard with his forearm shoving the weapon aside. Before he could bring the blaster to bear again, she had already drawn her vibroblade and brought it in an overhead swing.

Gerlon abandoned his chance to fire and dove to her right, causing her blade to connect with nothing but air. The momentum of his tumble carried him into a kneel and he twisted his back so that he might have a shot. Even at close range the aim from his hip mid-section, under his left arm, wasn�t good enough to hit her.

She spun on the ball of her right foot, the blaster bolts lancing out on either side of her, and lashed out with her left. The blade of her foot connected with his skull and knocked him aside.

The attack had cost Gerlon his grip upon his weapon, and it skidded across the floor away from them.

For a brief moment, Zira did nothing. She wasn�t sure if that meant she�d won, or if the fight was to continue.

Gerlon answered the question for her. He stood quickly, pulling a short sword from his side and lunged at her. He brought the sword down, in a diagonal slash from towards her neck.

She managed a solid parry that caused both combatants to take a step back. Zira began to limply twirl the blade in her hand as she circled. The motion seemed to be keeping Gerlon�s attention.

The crowd was roaring now, it had gotten so loud she couldn�t even hear the blow-by-blow being streamed out by the announcer.

Gerlon stepped in and the each exchanged a cross. The blades throwing sparks with each hit. Zira had to admire him. He was a hell of a combatant. She wasn�t sure why he wasn�t further ahead in the rankings. Surely the other�s couldn�t be this good.

Another cross. This one more furious than the last. They both drove into their blades, resulting in a power struggle. Zira spread her legs wider, gaining leverage over him. She could feel him starting to give, and he could tell. The paralyzed fingers on the mans main hand were doing little to help him keep a grip on his weapon

Zira didn�t like exploiting the weakness but she didn�t figure he would have been so kind if the rolls had been reversed.

Gerlon finally conceded, trying to step back, out of the deadlock. As he did so, Zira used the moment while his guard was down to leap forward. She lashed out with both feet at once, in a leaping twin round house. Her left foot connected with his forearm, shoving the vibroblade to the side and the top of her foot connected with the side of his head.

He recoiled from the attack, staggering clumsily to the side. Zira followed up the attack by bringing her vibroblade in an upward arc. The energy field kicked in as the tip �connected� with his chin. The force of the blow snapped the man�s head straight up.

His back straightened and his knees buckled. He landed flat on his back, unconscious. There was an uproarious shout from the crowd that nearly deafened Zira. �It�s over! The fight is over! The Mysterious Stranger has won! Gerlon losing to a rookie: is this a sign tat his injuries have finally caught up with him? or is the Mysterious Stranger for real? Only time will tell!�

She was lead out by the officials as the burns in her leg and shoulder were beginning to ache. She had even begun to limp as she walked.

When the main door back into the cantina opened, Carth came running up to her. He looked furious with her. �What the hell do you think you�re doing!? You could have gotten yourself killed!�

�People don�t die in the dueling chambers. Th-� She started to explain but he snapped at her, cutting her off.

�Vibroblades and blasters? And nobody ever dies? How come I get the feeling that you�re taking me for a ride?�

�There�s an energy suppressor that makes the attacks hurt but not kill.�

He didn�t seem to care. �And what are those then? Birthmarks?�

I don�t need this! �Hey! And where have you been anyway!? You come over here and start lecturing me about fighting in a sanctioned, safe fighting ground to earn money so we can find Bast-�

He grabbed her wrist quickly and pulled her forward, clapping a hand over her mouth. �Quiet down! Do you want the whole damn cantina to know what we�re doing?�

Grabbing her like that was a big mistake. She drove her heel into the top of his foot and slammed her elbow back into his sternum. He coughed and relinquished his grip.

She continued her rant, this time in a much quieter tone. �I am trying to earn some credits to help us complete our mission, damn it!�

He shook his head and threw his arms in the air. �Alright, fine. Sorry I cared.�

She glared at him for a moment longer, her mind was racing. He was the only contact she had on this planet, and he might be her only way off. He also might be the only one she could trust. �Carth� I�m sorry. I didn�t mean to attack you, I just� I think my adrenaline is still pumping from my fight.�

�No, you�re right� I might have over reacted. This is schtupid.�

It was then she noticed that he smelled heavily of alcohol. �Carth, have you been drinking?�

�I don�t know, Stranger. Have you been fighting?�

She started to say something, but she realized he had a point. �Learn anything?�

�Not yet. And if anyone asks, the name is Shad Camper.�

�Yeah, and I�m the Mysterious Stranger.� She couldn�t even say it without rolling her eyes.

�This is for the best. We could use the credits from these duels, but using your real name is too risky. The Sith might have come across a crew manifest back on the Endar Spire.�

�Is that why you went with the name �Shad Camper?��

�Yeah.�

Something in his voice said that the name might hold more meaning to him than just a random alias, but she didn�t figure now was the time to talk about it. Her wounds continued to ache, and she figured that if he was going to drink, she was allowed to as well. �I need something to drink� I�ll be back in a few.�

She left the room, realizing he was actually following her. As she went into the bar section of the cantina, a woman grabbed her by the elbow. �Where did you get those clothes, a trash compactor in the Lower City? And where are those drinks we ordered?�

Zira blinked, a bit stunned by the abrasiveness of the woman. �Order? I have no clue what you�re talking about.�

Carth leaned in and whispered into her ear, �Careful what you say. I get the feeling this spoiled brat could cause us more trouble than she�s worth.�

The woman looked over Zira at Carth. �Why is the help here so incompetent?� She cast a look of superiority back at Zira. �One word from Daddy and I could get you fired!�

Zira felt like she must have an aneurism in her head. This day wasn�t going her way at all and before she even had a chance to comprehend the words she was shouting them in this woman�s face. �Shut up, you spoiled brat!�

She looked furious. She drew herself up into a haughty disposition, �How dare you speak to me like that!? Daddy�s going to hear about this!� She pushed herself from the chair and stormed out, offering a contemptuous look at Zira.

�Good riddance!� She exclaimed, looking to Carth for support.

He just shook his head and walked past her. He didn�t say anything, and she was starting to understand why. Carth started chatting to the other woman who�d been at the table, he sounded reassuring.

Oh. I get it� Carth must have been hanging out with that little bitch. That explains why she was looking to him for support!�

She turned and stalked from the room. She didn�t care any more.

She ended up wandering into another compartment, this one was filled with people milling about. There was a stage with musicians playing.

She saw three separate Bith playing the famed instruments of their race. There were also two Twi�lek dancers at the front of the stage. They moved in long graceful steps, their lekku spinning about as they took each willowy step. She barely had time to take in the sight of the dancers before a man started trying to talk to her.

�Well, hello there! I see from your exotic appearance that you are not from Taris originally. Allow to introduce myself. My name is Jergan.�

She smiled at him charmingly. If Carth can throw himself blindly to flirty situations, than I can too. �What do you want, Jergan?� She couldn�t help but notice he didn�t offer a surname. That wasn�t usually a good sign.

�What do you think of our local music? The band is quite good, wouldn�t you agree? They�re on the verge of intergalactic stardom, you know.�

She looked back towards the band. The music had taken on a strange sound, filled with long tender notes. The two Twi�lek had begun writhing around each other. They had begun stroking each others lekku amidst their dancing. The sight screamed of sexual overtones.

Her eyes fell back upon him, �They�re very good.�

The man seemed to blossom, �Obviously you have an ear for music. Mark my words, they�ll be famous soon enough. They were about to go on tour before this Sith quarantine stranded them here. Would you like meet the band after the show? Maybe have a brief brush with fame before they become intergalactic superstars? I can arrange it, you know.�

The smile drained from her lips. Yay� as if everything else wasn�t enough, now let�s have some guy decide to try and run a scam on me. Guess I�m not as pretty as I thought I was. �I�ll pass.� Her voice had lost it�s charm. It was cold, emotionless.

He persisted, �Are you certain?� He�s as bad as a damned telemarketer! �This is a once in a lifetime opportunity; meet the legends before they were famous. All it would cost you is a small amount of credits.�

And here we go, for just a few credit�s a day I too can be a star!

�I have a standing arrangement with one of the Rodian bodyguards backstage. For the small sum of twenty credits, he�ll set up a meeting with you and the band.�

She glared at him, stating harshly, �I�m not interested in meeting the band.�

He held up his hands. �That�s too bad. They really are charming fellows. Very well, then; I hope you enjoy the music. If you change your mind, come speak to me again.� He was quick to disappear into the crowd, obviously looking for another sucker.

�Fuck it�� She threw her hands into the air and turned to leave. In her haste she ran headlong into a man�s chest. she rebounded and lost her balance, but before she could topple over, his strong hands reached out and seized her by the elbows and he pulled her upright again.

She found herself looking up into dark blue eyes, framed by an exceptionally handsome face. His clothing seemed to match that of almost all the other Tarisians in the room, but, unlike them, he didn�t seem quite comfortable in them.

� Hi there. I haven�t seen you around before. Of course, they don�t give us Sith officers from the military base much time off��

There had to be something wrong with every man I meet, doesn�t there� She barely realized that a soft blush had touched her cheeks. She decided that at the very least, he might know something. He was, after all, an officer. �You�re from the military base? You don�t look like a Sith.�

The smile on his face was genuine, soothing. Zira felt a strange sensation in her core. She felt nervous, for the first time that she could remember. She only half realized that she�d begun to scuff her boot in a small circle on the floor when she absently tucked her bangs behind one ear.

�I�m off duty right now, so I�m not in uniform.� His voice was deep, sexy. Admission of that only deepened the blush on her face. He seemed to pick up on it and continued, �My name is Yun Genda, junior officer first class with the Sith occupation force.

�Nice to meet you, Yun. I�m Zira Darkstar.� She tried to get herself under control, she didn�t want to seem like such a nerd. Only after she�d said it, did she even realize she�d given him her real name.

�I�m actually a little surprised you�re talking to me at all� most of the people here on Taris can�t stand us Sith. It can make this a pretty lonely job.�

She couldn�t imagine why anyone wouldn�t want to talk to him. She�d had time to take in his features. The man was a full head taller than she was. Even in the Tarisian tunic, she could see that his chest was broad, hard, and solid. The hands that had caught hold of her were large, but they had a gentleness to them that she hadn�t expected, and she could see the strain on the sleeves that his arms were threaded into.

She lowered her head a bit, looking up at him with just her eyes. She spoke in a calm, soothing voice, �You�re just doing your job, right? I don�t hold that against you.� She had to take a second to pointedly remind herself, that he was Sith. If he found out who she was, he would most likely capture her and torture her. That might be kind of fun. She chastised herself for even having the thought. This wasn�t the kind of torture that was fun or exciting, this was the kind that would make her wish she were dead.

�That�s true, but people don�t seem to appreciate what we�ve done for them. We could have slapped a curfew on this whole planet, but we didn�t. You know, it�s like everyone on this backwater planet is in a permanent bad mood. Don�t they know they have to make the best of things?�

She had to admit, he did make a lot of sense. There were a lot worse things that could have happened. It is possible that the Sith are just political enemies. I mean, what do I know about them for sure? They might think the Jedi are equally as terrifying. What the hell? So long as he�s friendly, I think I�ll just find out for myself what�s so awful about the Sith.

�Everybody has their ups and downs� it�s how you deal with them that counts.� She practically cooed at him. She reached up and began to gently trace a line up and down on his chest with her index finger.�

He gently placed his hands on her hips, �Exactly! It�s all about attitude. I didn�t ask to be assigned to this backwater planet, but I try to make the best of it!� His eyes locked with hers, and his voice took a more somber tone. �It�s pretty easy to get depressed on an assignment like this, but we do what we can to keep our spirits up.�

Zira felt her heart leap for him. He�s right� Why should he feel so depressed? She felt compassionate towards him now.

She pursed her lips, gently biting the inside of her bottom lip. She knew the look on her face must be kind of sad. She wanted o try to offer him something. She wanted him to know she understood his grief. �It must be tough, being stationed on a hostile world.�

�That�s true. It�s nice to meet someone who understands what I�m going through. It�s good to talk about this stuff, it gets pretty lonely up at the military base.�

She was intent on watching his lips. She had begun to wonder what they might feel like against her own.

An incessant beeping began to chime on his wrist and he clicked a button on the device. �I have to get going soon, I�ve got a shift at the military base.� She felt as though she�d been dropped back into the cold shower. Of course you do� �But, some of us junior Sith officers are having a party tonight to blow off some steam. I�d really like to see you again. Why don�t you drop by the party? I�ll show you where it is on your map.�

She grinned, �Sounds good.� She produced her datapad that had been loaded with a map of Upper Taris from her bag and offered it to him. He quickly punched in some coordinates and the map bleeped it�s acknowledgment. He offered it back to her. �I�ll be there.�

Yun took her hand in his and pulled it to his lips, gently pressing them to her knuckles. The kiss sent a shiver up her spine, it seemed to excite her immeasurably. �Don�t be late. We�re starting right after our shifts end. Most of us won�t even be going back to the base to lock up our uniforms.� She nodded, figuring he must assume she had a thing for a man in uniform. �I look forward to seeing you there.�

She watched him go. She hadn�t quite realized it until Yun was walking away, she�d laced her fingers and was holding her hands to her chest.

�Wow, I had no idea you could be so�. Girly.� Carth was standing behind her and his voice seemed to be like having a grenade go off. In fact, she practically dove for cover. She turned a glowering look onto him. �Things go alright with your girlfriend?�

�A-Are you jealous Zira?� His eyes, face, and lips seemed to be saturated with self-righteousness.

�Of course I�m not jealous. Unlike you, I was actually following up a lead and trying to get us out of here!�

�Oh, but so was I.�

�Yeah? They keep leads up stuck up Tarisian skirts now?�

�Something like that. It seems that the Sith have imposed certain levels of control over the city. They restrict access between the different levels of Taris by posting security checkpoints near each turbolift in the sector. I also found out that the majority of the pods crashed down in the Undercity.�

�So how are we supposed to get down there?� She wasn�t about to admit that she really didn�t have anything.

�Huh uh, that conversation will have to wait. We can talk more about it in private.�

She grudgingly conceded that perhaps that was for the best. Maybe he�s not useless after all. �Come on, we should go. I think we have learned all we can from the cantina.�

�Agreed, I think I need to lay down for a bit anyway�. My interrogation technique had some adverse side effects.�

�Like getting you drunk?�

�Like getting me drunk.�

She rolled her eyes, but she did find his comment a bit amusing. �Come on you lush, let�s get you out of here before the one yanking you out is a medical droid.�

He rocked with laughter, the motion practically caused him to fall over. Zira caught hold of his wrist and pulled him upright, wrapping the arm gently over her shoulders to support some of his weight. �Okay, soldier boy, time to go.�

She half lead, half carried him out of the cantina and back towards the apartment. Carth�s eyes were closed, he was leaning heavily on her now. She couldn�t help but smile. You know� you can actually be quite cute sometimes. She knew better than to speak the thought aloud, but it still comforted her to pretend he could hear her thoughts.

The comfort didn�t last. As they rounded a corner a familiar voice called out to them. �You need a lesson in how to treat your social betters! Maybe you�ll think twice before mocking me next time!�

Zira barely had time to react. Two Rodians were dashing at them, vibroblades in hand. �Sorry Carth.� She let go of his arm and thrust her hip to the side, shoving him out of the way.

The Rodians both slashed out with their weapons. They looked almost like a mirror was between them. Each of them performed a downward, diagonal slash from their outside shoulders to inside. Zira considered herself lucky. The foolish girl had hired amateurs.

She took a large step backwards, but it was too late for their attack. Both of their blades collided with the permacrete since they didn�t have enough control to stop them.

Since they hadn�t learned to attack separately, she took advantage of the fact both had made themselves prone at the exact same moment. She leapt forward and brought either foot down on the blade of her attackers swords. The sudden shift in weight wrenched the weapons free of their owners hands.

She brought her left hand up into an open palmed strike into the neck of the Rodian on the corresponding side and he fell, stumbled backwards, gasping for air. The other Rodian lashed out with a violent kick that connected with her side and threw her to the ground.

Zira was just barely struggling to get to her feet when two blasters when off, burning through the chest and head of the Rodian who�d kicked her. The other one still gasped for air, but had managed to pickup his vibroblade. Carth fired a couple wild shots that burned through the air close to the woman�s head. She cried out, �Help! Daddy!� and started running.

Zira managed to draw her blade from it�s sheath and regain her feet. She leveled the blade horizontal with the ground and brought it up sharply. The Rodian tried to parry the blow, but Zira was using it as a feint. The motion instead swept the Rodian�s blade up over his head, out of her way. She made a sharp rounding slash that ran the blade through his mid-section.

She felt a small sense of pity the poor thing watched it�s guts spill onto the ground. She knew he hadn�t died yet, and that he was in horrendous pain, so she decided to finish him. She took the hilt in both hands and severed the Rodian�s head clean from the body. The ensuing blood fountain splattered across her face.

She looked back at Carth, who seemed to be sizing her up, measuring her. I must look like some kind of monster. She could feel the dead man�s blood trickling down her face. �Carth, I��

�Don�t. You don�t need to say anything Zira. I understand.�

She wanted to explain it to him, to make sure he understood. The words seemed to be in a language she didn�t know, and she was now struggling to find them. Carth scooped up the vibroblades dropped by the bounty hunter pair. �These look to be okay, Come on. I�m sure the Sith will have heard that battle.�

She nodded again. Carth had become something of an enigma to her, in just the short time they�d been together. She took one of the vibroblades from Carth and put into the ring on her left hip, replacing the sword she�d left with the Duros from the apartment.

Carth removed the sheath from the Rodian he�d shot down. After putting the blade into place, he threw the strap over one shoulder and they left for the apartments.

I will know you Carth. I don�t know why� but I want to know everything.

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