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The humming of the lightsaber I was the only sound I could hear properly. The only other sound that interrupted this humming was the clash of lightning as the blades of other lightsabers met. The air in front of me smelled singed as the strike of the two jedi I was battling missed me by a hair.

As one stepped forward to strike again, I got under her defences and buried the crimson blade of my lightsaber into her chest. Without a pause I brought down my second opponent. After a satisfactory pause wherein I indulged in the lives I took, I quickly twirled my lightsaber and placed myself in an open stance, ready for the next wave of attack.

I woke up with a start, breathing quick, short breaths with beads of cold sweat slowly making their way down my face. It took me a few seconds to calm myself down. Once I was sure that my knees wouldn’t give out beneath me, I got out of bed and went for the basin in the bathroom. I washed my drowsiness away with cold water and thank my luck that there wasn’t anyone else in the camp. Or at least I thought there wasn’t anyone else in the apartment.

When I got out of the bathroom, I noticed Bastila was looking out of the window overlooking the Upper City of Taris, also breathing deeply. She also looked like she was trying to dispel an awful nightmare.

Seizing the opportunity to get some answers, I walked up to her and asked:

“Rough night too?”

“You could put it that way.”

“Tell me something, were you having a dream about a battle on a ships bridge too?”

“What makes you say that?”

“The look on your face mirrors mine. I’ve been having these dreams ever since I was transferred onto the Endar Spire, and it looks like you’ve been having them too. Why am I having these dreams Bastila, and why are you having them too? It’s obvious that you have an answer, or at least a part of it, so why don’t you just spill it?”

Bastila stayed silent for a while before answering:

“It’s possible that you’re force-sensitive, that’s why we’ve been having the same dreams, because you can sense my presence.”

“Ok, but why do I dream about it as if I’m there? Why am I dreaming about me wielding a lightsaber and striking down numerous Jedi’s? And why are you in my dream?”

“I don’t know. Maybe the council on Dantooine can answer that, but I can’t. We should bring you before them as soon as we can get off Taris.”

“You know back in Spec Ops they also trained in species psychology. I know that you’re holding something back.”
“Eon, I’m not the person to answer your questions, when we get to Dantooine all your questions will be answered. For now, please be patient.”

“Fine, I’ll wait.”

With that I left Bastila staring out of the window. Since I couldn’t get back to sleep, I got dressed and decided to roam around Taris for a while. I was fortunate to find someone selling cigarettes and found myself at the Upper City cantina, smoking and drinking my dreams away.

When I finally felt my head spinning, my tongue heavy and my ears filled with buzzing, I decided to head back to camp to see if everyone else was already there. While I was walking back out of the cantina, a Zeltron blocked my way out.

“You’re Eon Stormcrow aren’t you?”

“No, I’m the guy whose about to bury your nose into your face if you don’t get out of my way.”

“Relax buddy, Canderous Ordo sent me to find you. Anyway, he heard that you’re looking for a way off Taris and he has a proposition to make. He said that he’ll meet you at Javyar’s when you’re ready. If I were you, I won’t keep a Mandalorian waiting.”

With that, the Zeltron left and I was there, still too dizzy to verify if what he said was true. I decided not to pass the opportunity and quickly fought off my sense of drunkenness. I contacted the camp to check if anyone was there, I didn’t want to go to Javyar’s without anyone to back me up seeing that if this was a trap, I had no way to fight them off in my current state.

Only Bastila was able to answer my call and I met up with her at the elevator leading to the Lower City in a matter of minutes. I wasn’t truly prepared for the situation as my only armour was the light combat vest I was wearing under my cloths and the only weapons I was bringing was the knife hidden in the gauntlets of my left forearm and the small blaster hidden in behind my waist.

When we entered Javyar’s, the place was packed and noisier than ever. The night time patrons were drinking their sorrows away and it made me sick to realize that a few moments ago, I was one of them. I scanned the bar slowly, searching for the slightest hint of where this Canderous may be. My experience told me that he would be sitting at a corner where he could survey the room yet hidden so that the room couldn’t observe him but the problem was there were a lot of corners like this all over the cantina.

As I looked around the cantina, I noticed a man in one of the corners looking directly at us. I nudged Bastila lightly and walked towards the man. Without any sign of confirmation, I took the seat directly in front of him and Bastila took the seat next to me. The man just kept looking at us with one of his hands resting on one of his thighs and the other on his drink. It didn’t take a genius to guess that the hand on his thighs was resting on the trigger of a blaster.

“I heard you were looking for us.” I started the conversation.

“And what makes you so sure that I’m the man looking for you?” He asked.

“You’ve been staring at us ever since we got here. That makes it pretty obvious.” I said as I lit a cigarette. It also gave me an excuse to draw my blaster and point it at him from under the table, just like he was doing.

“Hmm, I didn’t expect you to have a smart mouth, but I guess that comes along with the fact that you’re crazy enough to plan on getting off this rock.”

“We heard you’ve got a proposition, let’s hear it.” Bastila butted in.

“Straight to business huh, are all Jedi like that?” He asked.

“You should know Mandalorian. You’ve killed Jedi before.” Bastila said with venom in her voice.

“Hmm, you’re feisty. I like that in a woman but I wouldn’t know. I don’t usually talk to someone before I killed them.”

“Well, since you’re talking to us, I take it you’re not about to kill us. So, what’s your plan?” I asked.

“Alright, my plan is quiet simple, first we steal the codes need to get pass the blockade then we steal the only ship on this planet fast enough to outrun those Sith Fighters.” He said.

“If it’s that easy, why haven’t you done it?” Bastila asked.

“Because if it was that easy then I wouldn’t need your help, it only looks easy Jedi! The only way to get the Sith Blockade codes is to steal it from the Sith’s Main Base here in the Upper City of Taris.” He said.

“And the ship?” I asked.

“That part will come after you get the codes. First go to the droid shop in the Upper City run by a Twi’lek named Janice Nall. Tell her that you’re there to pick up the T3-M4 droid for Davik Kang. The droid will help you get into the Sith Base. From there, find the control room. The codes should be there.”

“You’re not coming with us?” I asked.

“No. The Sith already know who I am, I’ve worked with them in the Under City sewers. That’s why I needed your help.”

“And what’s stopping you from telling the Sith that we’re coming? They’re obviously looking for any Republic soldiers that survived. Furthermore, I’m a Jedi; they’re also bound to be looking for me.” Bastila said.

“The same reason why you’re not going to tell them I planned this. Whether you like it or not Jedi, we’re on the same boat here and this is the only way to get of this rock. If you had any other way to get off this planet, you wouldn’t have met with me.” He said.

“Alright, you’ve got yourself a deal. We’ll meet you again here when we get the job done.” I said before Bastila could interrupt again.

I had no intention of letting something this petty get in the way.

“Well at least one of you isn’t too dumb to let an opportunity pass. Here’s my code, contact me when you’re done.”

The three of us got up to leave but before we could take a step, he asked:

“How are you so sure that I’m Canderous? What if he’s dead and I’m simply an imposter?”

“Simple, you speak with the pride of a warrior. You’re one who has felt the delights of war. Oh and the tattoo on your right shoulder is the crest of clan Ordo. I’ve fought and killed your brothers before. They didn’t go down easy. If you have killed Canderous, you’d have the scars to prove it.” I said.

“Ha! I like you. I wouldn’t have used the same reasoning but you’re right. I hope you succeed Stormcrow, I look forward to working with you after this.” He laughed.

With that, he left and we followed after him…

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