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“Good you made it back. With this accelerator, there is no doubt that you would win the race.”

Gandon told us. I couldn’t answer right away due to the fact that I felt exhausted beyond compare. When I finally felt that the adrenaline was no longer in my veins, and I had control over my tongue, I asked:

“Why does it have to be me? Why not one of your racers? It’s not the fact that I’m afraid of the race but I’m sure that you have better racers than me. There’s too much at stake here to just let it go to waste because of my skills behind the wheels of a swoop.”

“I have to admit, I do have my reasons why I want you to do it. The accelerator is just a prototype. We haven’t really tested it to its full limit and it might overheat or even blow up during the race and I can’t ask one of my racers to take that risk when the prize isn’t for them or the Beks. So I’m asking you to do it.” Gandon admitted.

“I wish this war would end very soon. I can’t keep on taking these kinds of risk and expect myself to be alive to see the next galactic year.” I sighed.

Gandon chuckled and said:

“Well, it seems that this is settled. The race begins the day after the next. Tomorrow, a tech specialist of ours will fill you in on everything you need to know about the race. I suggest you and your companions take the time to rest and restock your supplies. Hmm, I would also suggest you get out of that armour and let a healer inspect your wounds. Especially that cut, it doesn’t look too good. There’s a healer in the Upper City named Zelka Forn. He’s one of the best healers here in Taris; you should see him as soon as possible.”

“Yeah, and when he ask where I got these wounds, I’ll just tell him that I fell down a couple flights of stairs.” I said sarcastically.

“Don’t worry; another good thing about Zelka is he doesn’t ask too many questions. Meet me back here once he’s seen to you.” Gandon said.

I left the others at the Hidden Beks base and went back up to the Upper City and found Zelka’s clinic. Once he had administered me, I showed him the vials I found in the Under City in the pile of sith trooper corpses.

“Hmm… these seem to be… a vaccine for the Rakghoul virus!” Zelka exclaimed.

“What?!” I asked in shock. I didn’t imagine that the Sith would have a cure.

“It is. The compound seems to be engineered to specifically target the Rakghoul virus and eliminate it from the blood stream. Then, the waste is expelled from the body through natural means. If I could duplicate this, then it would be available to the public. You have no idea what you’ve just done for the rest of the galaxy! Where did you find this?” Zelka asked.

“It’s a very long and complicated story. Anyway, keep it; you seem to be able to put it to better use then I could.” I told him.

“Is there any way I could repay you?” He asked.

“Hmm… you could give me a discount on your wares.” I told him.

“Tell you what, I’ll give you a discount and if ever you need your wounds tended to, I’ll do it free of charge.”

“That’s more than what I asked, but I’m not stupid enough to let an opportunity pass just because I’m being humble, thanks.”

“No no, it should be I who is thanking you.”

I waved goodbye in reply and was about to step out of his clinic when I noticed the door at the back. I suddenly felt strange pull towards the door. It felt as if I was meant to find something in the room beyond. Zelka was busy examining the vaccine to notice me closing in on the door. It was locked but it wasn’t hard for me to override the door’s lock.

What greeted me came as a shock. It was an extension of the clinic. In it were four bacta tanks that were occupied with Republic soldiers that escaped from the crash. As far as Carth and I knew, there wasn’t any other survivor of the Endar Spire except for him, me and Bastila. The sound of the door opening was what made Zelka look up and see me frozen in front of the room.

“What are you doing? That room is for authorized personnel only!” Zelka shouted in surprise.

“Will these men survive?” I asked, still slightly shocked.

“No, all I can do for them is to make their last few days comfortable. But why do you care? You’re not a Republic soldier, are you?”

“I am. Don’t worry, the Sith won’t find out… thank you… these men deserve at least this for all that they’ve done.”

I felt the clinic slightly dazed. It was good to see that there were a few beings left in this galaxy that had a heart. It made fighting this war a bit more bearable, knowing that there was still something worth fighting for…

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