KOTOR Version 2-Chapter 6-Mission joins the crew

Upon getting to the gates, however, they were presented with a new set of problems.

'Hurry, Hendar, hurry! I can hear it coming!' A hysterical woman yelled to someone on the outside.

'He'll never make it. He's doomed. Argh! I told him he was a fool to leave the village.' The gate guard said.

'He WILL make it! Run, Hendar! Run!' the woman shouted.

Suddenly, Revan and Carth saw a man run up to the gate, being chased by 3 mutants. The mutants were approximately 100 meters away, and closing the distance fast.

'Open the gate! Quickly! There isn't much time!' The man on the outside, Hendar, said.

'Ugh... I... I can't... the rakghouls are too close!' The guard said.

'The mutants will kill him if you don't open the gate!' The woman yelled at the guard.

'And if I open the gate they will kill us all!' The guard shot back.

'No! You can't do this! It isn't fair!' The woman shouted. She then saw Revan and Carth behind her. Seeing that they were heavily armed, at least according to her, she began pleading them to help her. 'Please, make him open the gate. Hendar will die if he doesn't!'

'I can't open the gate... not while the rakghouls are so near.' The guard said.

Carth looked at Revan, awaiting his decision. Carth knew what he would do, but he wanted to see how Revan would react. In a situation that didn't benefit him at all, would he act nobly and risk his own life to help that man, or would he be selfish and allow that man to die? He didn't have to wait long to find out what Revan would do.

'Open the gate. My partner and I will take care of the rakghouls.' Revan said. He drew his sword, as if to put a point on his answer.

'You would risk your life for a stranger? Heh. You are brave, up-worlder.' The guard said, grinning slightly. 'I will open the gate for you, but you've got be quick. In a few seconds I must close and lock it again.'

'Got it.' Revan said, priming himself for the sprint he was going to have to do.

The gate guard opened the gate, and within half a second, Revan had already closed half the distance between the gate and the rakghouls. And, as Hendar darted inside, Carth was able to step out of the gate and began laying down cover fire for Revan, which he figured would be his main role as long as he traveled with a Jedi. But Carth also knew that shots placed for cover fire were never wasted, is they allowed troops to move forward and kept the enemy on the defensive.

And Carth's cover fire did its job, providing the distraction Revan needed to rush the closest rakghoul and bisect it.

The other 2 rakghouls didn't know what to do at that point. Should they attack the guy shooting at them, or the guy who killed their comrade? They looked over at Carth, and noticed that the majority of his shots were widely off target, they decided to concentrate on Revan first, him being the greater threat.

And that was what Carth was counting on. Once the rakghouls turned to face Revan, Carth took careful aim and placed 2 bolts into the head of one of the rakghouls. The other one looked behind it, only to give Revan the chance he needed to dash forward and decapitate it.

Mission Vao had been watching the battle from the entrance into the sewers, in an attempt to find someone who would help her rescue Zaalbar. She hadn't meant to leave him behind, but it happened.

Mission watched as one of the Outcasts sprinted toward the gate, only to find out it was locked. She then saw the two men she had met in Javyar's Cantina earlier come out running and dispatched the rakghouls efficiently. Maybe these guys can help me rescue Big Z! Mission thought as she ran over to them.

'Please, you have to help me! Nobody else is going to help me. Even the Beks won't help me.' Mission yelled as she ran up to Revan and Carth. 'But I can't just leave him there; he's my friend! You'll help me, won't you?'

'Mission, right?' Revan said as the young Twi'lek caught her breath. Mission just nodded. 'What happened?'

'Me...me and Zaalbar were just wandering around here in the Undercity. You know, looking for stuff we could find, just kind of exploring. We do it all the time.' Mission said.

'I guess with a Wookiee at your side you've got to figure you can handle the odd rakghoul attack. ' Carth said.

'Only this time they were waiting for us. Gamorrean slave hunters. We didn't even have a chance to run. Big Z threw himself at them, and he roared for me to run!' Mission said frantically. 'I... I took off; I figured Zaalbar would be right behind me. But there were too many of them - he couldn't get away. They're going to sell him to a slaver; I just know it!'

'If I help you find Zaalbar, you've got to help me get inside the Vulkar Base.' Revan said.

'It's a deal; as soon as we get Big Z back, I'll show you a way into that Vulkar base! Now, come on; we have to find Zaalbar before they sell him to slavers - or worse!' Mission said.

'Where would they keep him, do you know?' Carth asked.

'The Gamorreans make their camps in the sewers. I bet that's where we'll find Zaalbar; and that's where I'll show you the secret entrance into the Vulkar compound.' Mission said.

'I take it from where you live that you know how to use a blaster.' Revan said, implying in a roundabout way that they were going to have to be in combat soon.

''Course.' Mission said. 'I've also got a vibroblade I made myself.'

'Good, because we're not going after Zaalbar right away.' Revan said.

'Why not?' Mission said, frightened at Revan's words for Zaalbar.

'Because we need to find Rukill's apprentice's journal, and search for a corpse with an unused sample of the rakghoul serum.' Revan answered. 'All three tasks are equally important, and all three must be done in a timely manner.'

Mission just nodded. He's going to help Zelka and the outcasts? Who is this guy? She thought as she followed Revan. And as he wandered the Undercity, searching for clues to either the serum or the journal, Mission wondered what it was that motivated him to do what he did. I've never met anyone like this in the Lower City. This kind of selflessness you only hear of in Jedi, but he's not a Jedi...is he?

But her thoughts were interrupted by a trio of Sith guards.

'You there! Civilian! This is a restricted area! What are you doing down here?' The Sith leading the group said, as he walked over to Revan.

'I've got my security papers right here.' Revan said, producing his datapad.

Security papers? Oh... you're one of those trackers the Commander sent down, right?' The Sith leader said, assuming what Revan had hoped he would assume. 'They should have given you an armed escort; it's nasty down here!'

'I can see that.' Revan said, with a slight grin on his face.

'We've already lost one patrol... we figure the rakghouls got them. We've had so many encounters with those things we've actually run out of rakghoul serum.' The Sith leader said. 'Plus we've had several skirmishes with looters from those Lower City swoop gangs. I'm telling you, we should just stay in the Upper City where we're in control!'

'Well, we need to get going.' Revan said, knowing he wasn't going to get any more information out of these guys.

'Yeah, sure... the Commander won't be too happy if you come back empty, right? Same thing goes for us.' The Sith said, motioning for his troops. 'Come on patrol, let's move out!'

'What do you think?' Carth asked Revan.

'Well, they're not lying, they don't have the rakghouls serum on them, but that doesn't mean the patrol they lost used up their supply.' Revan answered.

'What are you guys talking about?' Mission asked.

Uh oh, she caught me in a Jedi moment. Revan thought as he took in on Mission's words. Got to think fast. 'I'm a hyperspace explore, Mission. Over the years, I've learned how to tell if someone's lying. There are distinctive changes in someone's tone and cadence when they lie, even if it's only just minute. And since I detected no changes in the Sith's manner of speaking or tone, I could tell he wasn't lying.' Revan said. 'And the fact that I'm Force sensitive helps as well.'

'You're Force sensitive? Wow.' Mission said, awed at the admission.

'Don't get your hopes up. I was too old to become a Jedi by the time the Jedi found me.' Revan said, lying through teeth. He didn't like the fact that he had to lie to her, but since he was more than likely never going to see Mission again, he did what he had to. 'But anyway, we still need to find that journal and a corpse with the rakghoul serum. Keep an eye out for Sith or freshly killed Outcast corpses. I have a bad feeling that Rukill's apprentice is no longer among the living, and those feelings are usually right on the money.'

And so Carth, Mission and Revan made their way through the Undercity, battling rakghouls and searching every corpse they could find for Malya's journal. And during the search, Mission started asking questions about Carth and Revan. She focused on Carth for the most part, because of Revan's focus on finding the journal and serum.

'Hey, Carth. You're a pilot for the Republic, right? You've been all over the galaxy I bet, right?' Mission asked. 'So tell me, how would you rate Taris compared to other worlds you've seen?'

'I'll be honest, Mission, Taris would rate pretty low.' Carth said in a manner-of-fact tone. 'The prejudice, the rich spoiling themselves while the poor are crushed beneath them; not a pretty picture.'

'Yeah, but that's only since the Sith occupation. Before that...' Mission said, trying the defend the world she had grown up on. 'Well, I guess it wasn't all that different, really. Hmm... maybe Taris ain't as great as I thought, you know?'

'Trust me, Mission. There are a lot of worlds better than Taris.' Carth said, trying to comfort Mission, but failing miserably. 'There are worse, too. But Taris is no place for a kid to live on her own; even a kid who's got a Wookiee to look out for her.'

'Hey, calm down guys. We need to work together here.' Revan said, trying to calm both of them down.

But Mission would have none of it. 'Hey, I ain't no kid, I'm fourteen years old! And I look out for Zaalbar as much as he looks out for me.' She yelled back at Carth. 'Big Z's my friend, not my babysitter! Geez, I come ask you a question and you give me a lecture!'

And with that, Carth immediately went into 'father mode', where his first response was to scold a disobedient child. 'Don't you snap at me, missy! You want a lecture? How's this; only bratty little children fly off the handle because of a simple comment.' Carth retorted.

'I don't have to listen to you, Carth! You ain't my father; though you're sure old enough to be!' Mission shot back, not wanting to be treated like a child. 'So keep your lectures inside your withered old head, 'cause I don't need 'em!'

'And I sure as hell don't need this. Let's just drop it and get back to what we were doing.' Carth shot back at Mission. Revan just grinned at the argument, noticing the roles these two were falling into. Mission, who had probably never had a father figure, was looking for one, and had apparently found one in Carth, just by testing the waters.

And Carth had readily taken on that role, to see if he could make up for his failure with his son. And from what Revan had read about Carth, his son had been around in the 13-16 range, where Mission was.

Suddenly, Revan stopped the group, seeing a large group of rakghouls. And inside that group, Revan noticed the shine of Sith armor.

'Over there.' Revan said. 'I'd bet that Sith corpse had a vial of rakghoul serum on it.'

'But how do we get to it?' Mission asked.

'I've got an idea.' Carth said, dropping his bag. He rummaged through it, and pulled out a plasma grenade. 'This aught to scatter them, and probably kill most of them. And any others, we can pick off with our blasters.'

'Good idea Carth.' Revan said, drawing his blaster. 'Give me the grenade. You two draw your weapons, and let me know when you're ready.'

Carth handed Revan the grenade, and drew his blasters, readying them for the upcoming shootout. Mission did the same, though she was frightened at the prospect of fighting rakghouls. Usually, she and Zaalbar did all they could to avoid them, but now, they had to stir up a mynock's nest.

But before Mission got the chance to think about it even further, Revan had tossed the grenade. And out of the 15 rakghouls that surrounded the body, only 5 remained. And with the way the remaining rakghouls were running, they were hurt, badly.

Mission took a few shots at the rakghouls before noticing how Revan and Carth were doing. Carth's shooting style was to provide cover fire, while Revan sniped at then the best he could. And it seemed to be effective. Though rapid and wild, Carth's shots were also well aimed, placing multiple bolts into the bodies of each rakghoul, while Revan's shots were well aimed, placing one bolt into the heads of the rakghouls he shot.

Before the rakghouls could get close enough to attack, Revan and Carth had taken down 4 of then, and Mission had taken out one. As they walked over the corpse of the Sith, Mission thought of how well Revan and Carth worked together. These two have probably seen many battles together since landing on Taris, and they're likely gonna see many more. Mission only hoped that the three of them wouldn't get into any trouble that they couldn't handle.

As Revan searched the corpses of the Sith trooper and the outcast, Mission took the opportunity to ask Carth a question. 'So,' Mission said. 'What do you know about Jake?'

Carth took a minute to figure out what he was going to say. Since Revan didn't give her his real name, he didn't want Mission to know it. And it wasn't his place to tell her otherwise. But he also didn't feel right lying to this young girl.

'Not much,' Carth said. 'We only met in the space battle a few days ago. We were the last people to get off the ship before it exploded.'

'Oh.' Mission said, figuring this line of questions was over.

But Carth wasn't done. 'I can tell you what I've seen of him since we crashed in the Upper City though.'

'Please do.' Mission said; eager to hear what Revan was like.

'Well, he's been helping out people since we crashed here. He's given money to people who were having problems with Davik, and even convinced that Holdan guy to remove the bounty on Dia's head.' Carth said.

'How was he able to do that?' Mission asked. 'Holdan's one of Davik's most stubborn thugs. Once that guy puts his mind to something, it's hard to get him to change it.'

'Re....'Carth said before catching himself. 'Jake can be very persuasive at times.' Carth sighed. He didn't like lying to this girl, even if it was only about a name. 'But, when diplomacy fails, he is fierce in a fight. Since we came into the Lower City, we've been attacked by the Vulkars, and Jake has come out on top in every fight. And he's also taken down Selven and he became the Taris dueling champion in one night.'

'He became Taris dueling champion in one night AND took down Selven? That's quite a feat!' Mission said, with her eyes as wide as dinner plates. 'And you guys ended up together at the end of the ship battle overhead?'

'Yes, we did.' Revan said, as he walked over to Mission and Carth. He held up a vial of a green liquid, as well as a datacard. 'I found both the rakghoul serum and the datacard with Malya's journal on it.'

'Talk about good luck.' Carth said.

Normally, Revan would say there was no such thing as luck, but the fact that he had to maintain his masquerade as a hyperspace explorer/swoop racer with Mission around, he decided against it. 'I'll say.' Revan said in place of what he would normally say. 'We should head back to the Outcast village and give Rukil the journal now, but we can give Zelka the rakghoul serum when we go back to the apartment.'

A few minute later, Revan, Mission and Carth stood in front of Rukil, with the datacard with Malya's journal in Revan's hand. 'I found this on who I think was your apprentice's corpse.' Revan said, as he handed the datacard over to Rukil.

Rukil pulled a datapad out of his cloak and inserted the datacard. His face grew wider with each passing moment.

'Yes, this is it! This is Malya's journal!' Rukil said. It was that moment, however, that he realized what finding the journal on a corpse meant; Malya was dead. 'It is as I feared, then. She joins the list of those who have given their lives in the service of our cause.'

'I'm sorry Rukil.' Revan said, trying to be as sympathetic as possible.

Rukil, however, wasn't as sad as Revan had expected. 'Though I am saddened by this news, there is yet hope.'

'How?' Mission asked.

Rukil grinned slightly at Mission's comment. 'By finding my apprentice you have proved yourself worthy, up-worlder. You are to be the beacon on our path to salvation. You will guide us to the Promised Land!'

'Guide you?' Carth said. 'Even if we had the time, how would we guide you to a place that we don't know the location of?'

'You are marked, up-worlders; even my dim old eyes can see the mantle of destiny that cloaks you. Perhaps old Rukil knows you better than you know yourselves.' Rukil said. 'I am old - I have lived a hundred years in the Undercity, cast down into the darkness. I know the legends and history of our people; and now you must learn it, too.'

Revan knew better than anyone else that they were running low on time. They needed to find that prototype accelerator if Revan was going to be able to get in the swoop race that was being held, and they needed it yesterday. He was tempted to tell Rukil to leave them alone, but something stopped him. Something about this man was tugging at him, connecting them somehow. And then Revan realized what it was; though not enough to be identified at any point in his life, Rukil was Force sensitive. Revan could see the signs; luck, charisma in his youth, and the ability to see destiny. Rukil was an untrained Force sensitive who used his abilities to help those around him, like the Jedi do.

So, Revan reached out with the Force, searching for all the threads that their two lives could touch. And the best outcome Revan could find was the one where Revan helped out Rukil. 'Alright, we'll listen to your history.' Revan said.

And so Rukil told the trio of what things were like a century ago, of how the seas, the only food source on Taris, were poisoned, creating a famine that swept across the planet. He told of how the rich hoarded food, and let the poor starve. He also told of how the poor decided they would take no more, and rebelled against the rich. But, because of the weapons the rich had access to, the rich were able to put down the rebellion, and banish those that started the war and their families to the Undercity. He also told of a paradise in the Undercity, where the Outcasts could live in peace, with plenty of food and protection from the rakghouls.

Carth mentioned how that was more than likely a dream, but Rukil told of the evidence he had found. With the journal his apprentice had, there was more evidence. And if they could find the journals of his father and grandfather, he could place all the pieces of the puzzle together, and have a way to the Promised Land.

Revan was confused as to what to do. On one hand, they really didn't have time to wander around the Undercity any more than they had to, but Rukil had a point; this WAS part of his destiny, part of his redemption. And Revan would walk through hell and back to prove to the galaxy, and more importantly himself, that he wasn't the monster that people had made him out to be. And though this path didn't have the answers he sought, it might just give him an idea on what he needed to do next. 'Where should we look?'

'It has been many decades since my father set out on his journey, but I remember he was eager to explore the sewers. You might want to begin your search there.' Rukil said. 'I wish you luck in your quest, up-worlder.'

Carth and Mission started to walk away, but Revan remained. 'Go on ahead, I'll catch up. I have one more thing I want to ask Rukil.'

Carth didn't like being away from Revan, but then he remembered the earpiece he had. Anything Revan said, he would hear. Add to that was the fact that Mission trusted them both, Carth did as he was told.

When Revan was sure that Mission was out of earshot, he asked Rukil his question. 'You know what I really am, don't you?' He asked.

'You are a Jedi, correct?' Rukil answered with another question. Revan nodded. 'I thought as much. I could see the Force energy swirling around you, I figured you were the one who was destined to help us, and do so much more.'

'Well, I'll do what I can for you Rukil, but my friends and I are on a tight schedule as it is. Add to that the fact that Taris is a dangerous place right now for Jedi right now, with the Sith occupation, I'd prefer you'd keep this a secret.' Revan said.

'Of course, Master Jedi. I'll keep your identity a secret as long as you wish me to.' Rukil said with a smile.

'And I'll do what I can to find those journals.' Revan said. Then he turned toward Carth and Mission, who were standing next to the gate, and headed over there.

However, while Revan and Rukil were talking, a slimy outcast named Igear came up to them, offering them money to bring them Rukil's family's journals. Carth told Igear to buzz off, while Mission gave him the intergalactic 'screw you' sign with her middle finger raised on her hand. 'Can you believe that guy? Selling out his own people so he stays on top!' Mission said, more than a little angry at Igear.

'There are people like that all throughout the galaxy Mission, even in poor places like this.' Carth said. 'Whenever anyone has an ounce of status, even if it's as minor as what Igear has, they'll do anything to hold on to it. Though I'm sure you know that well, considering where you grew up.'

'And what's that supposed to mean?' Mission shot back.

'I don't want to get into this again, so let's just drop it.' Carth said, trying to avoid another argument.

It was about that time that Revan got over to them. 'Anything new?' He asked.

'Just some creepy guy who wanted us to sell out the outcasts.' Mission said.

'The guy running the store I take it?' Revan asked, grinning slightly.

'Yeah, what a creep!' Mission quickly shot back.

'Well don't worry, we won't be talking to him again.' Revan said. 'Now, since we're going to be heading into the sewers, why don't you lead the way Mission?'

Mission eagerly took to that idea, since that meant they finally got the chance to rescue Big Z. She led them to the sewers, so they could get to the last place she saw her friend.

But the moment they entered the sewer entrance, Revan could immediately feel the danger in the area. Through the Force, Revan could feel the ill intent of the gamorreans, as well as the primal desires from the rakghouls. 'This place is dangerous.' Revan said, drawing his sword. 'Weapons ready people, I have a feeling that we're going to fighting almost nonstop for a while.'

Carth immediately drew his blasters, trusting Revan's ability to sense danger. Seeing that both of the combat veterans drawing their weapons, Mission did the same, as her survival instincts told her to trust these guys' instincts. And, as Mission drew her blaster, Revan moved to the front. 'Let me open the door Mission. I'll go first, and maybe confuse our enemies while you and Carth pick off anyone I miss. I still want you to lead us to Zaalbar, however, but I want to open the doors. That'll keep you blaster specialists away from direct conflict, while still allowing you to do what you do best. Understood?'

Carth nodded, understanding Revan's idea completely. Carth trusted Revan's skill with his sword, and he knew that Revan could handle anything that came his way. Mission, however, was a little more worried. She hadn't fought with Revan for very long, after all, and other than seeing him take down the rakghouls they had been fighting since she joined up with them, she hadn't really seen him fight. Fighting rakghouls is one thing, but fighting gamorreans...Mission thought. But before finishing that train of thought, Revan had opened the door.

Revan saw a group of rakghouls congregate around what appeared to be a corpse. Revan tossed a frag grenade into the group, killing one, and seriously injuring the other two. The other two charged at Revan, but Revan was able to burry his sword into the skull of the closest one. And while Revan was occupied, Carth took the opportunity to start shooting at the other. Three blaster bolts later, the last rakghoul was dead.

'So,' Revan asked, wiping the blood and gore off his sword. 'Where to next?'

'I'm not exactly sure.' Mission said. 'The gamorrean's attack wasn't far from here. If we go there, we might be able to find a clue to where they took Big Z.'

'All right then. Which way should we go then?' Revan asked, motioning to both doors he could see.

'Well, the far one leads to the entrance to the Vulkar base, but we're not going there until we rescue Zaalbar. The one closest to us is where I lost track of Zaalbar. That's where we'll find him.' Mission said.

'Then let me open the door.' Revan said, walking over to it. 'Carth, Mission, take cover.' Carth nodded, pressing himself against the wall directly across from the door, giving the best vantage point to see whatever popped up, but still able to move if he had to. Mission, on the other hand, pressed herself against the closest wall, giving her maximum protection, but limited her shots. Revan pressed his hand against the pressure plate, and the door flew open, showing no immediate threat, but a gamorrean was patrolling the area 100 meters from them. Revan motioned for Carth to move forward to the next available cover, which was a door a short distance ahead of Revan. Once Carth was in place, Revan spoke softly to Mission. 'Mission, do you see that downed drain pipe?' Revan said, pointing to a large pipe slightly ahead of Carth. It stood nearly vertically, giving Mission plenty of cover, so long as she crouched. Mission nodded. 'When I tell you, I want you to move as quickly as you can to that pipe. When you get there, watch for any signal from Carth to act.' Revan said. He stood there, watching for any changes in the gamorrean guard, and when he was sure that the gamorrean wasn't looking. Revan spoke up. 'All right, go, and remember to stay low.'

Mission hurriedly darted to the pipe, and stopped short of slamming into the pipe. She looked over at Revan, wondering what he was planning. Then she looked over at Carth, wondering what his signal would be. She was really confused to what Revan wanted her to do when the time came. She sighed, wiping the sweat off her brow. I'd bet he just wants me to follow Carth's lead. Mission thought, waiting for Revan's next move. She peaked around the pipe, and saw that the gamorrean had turned around, and started heading toward them. Mission tensed, and pulled herself back to her hiding place. She looked over at Carth, still pressed against the wall, waiting for the right moment to attack.

Revan, on the other hand, could feel the apprehension in the gamorrean when he heard Carth's movement, and again when he heard Mission. Revan had to wait for the right moment, to catch the guard unaware enough to not alert the others.

And so Revan waited. And the moment he saw the gamorrean turn around, he decided to act. Using the Force, Revan made his footsteps as quiet as possible, all the while making him as fast as possible. Revan was able to get right behind the guard, and thrust his sword through his throat. The maneuver was executed perfectly, and normally, it would have worked, had Revan not forgotten an important fact about gamorreans; their death rattle. The gamorrean death rattle was so loud and obnoxious that any being within a short distance could hear them. But, even worse was the fact that anyone attuned to the sound, such as other gamorreans, would recognize it from far further.

'Well, there goes the stealth idea.' Revan said, pulling his sword out of the gamorrean. And just as he finished doing that, a door opened to his right, and out came 5 more gamorreans. The gamorreans quickly circled Revan, and grunted something out that Revan didn't have time to translate.

Carth had been waiting for the time to act, and the time was now. Taking one step forward away from the wall, Carth began firing at the gamorreans, placing bolts all over their bodies. But, though a gamorrean body was large, because of the wall of fat and muscle, very few spots were vital. Most of Carth's shots only angered the gamorreans, but that had a purpose. He was trying to lure them away from Revan, so Revan would have the room to work.

Mission, on the other hand, was focusing on placing her shots in vital areas, like the head. Her shots were less numerous, but more potent than Carth's. Sure, she missed a lot, but she didn't have the combat prowess that Revan and Carth had.

The distraction caused by the shooting, however, gave Revan the chance he needed. While only 3 of them started heading toward Cafth and Mission, out of the two left, only one of then was facing him. Revan took the chance he had to ram the vibrosword through the heart of the one facing him, quickly pulled it out, and thrust the sword through the neck of the next closest one.

As the gamorrean bodies dropped, Revan dashed forward to bisect the middle gamorrean. Carth, grinning slightly, took careful aim with both his blasters and shot the left most gamorrean in the head. Mission took the clue as well, and placed a careful blaster bolt in the head of the last one. Revan grinned slyly as he wiped the blood off his sword. Carth grinned as well as he holstered his blasters.

Mission, however, was a little unsure of herself. Yeah, she'd had to use her blaster before, and she's killed people. Everyone who survived in the Lower City for any length of time had. But the way Revan and Carth moved, the precise communication between the two of them made her feel a little out of her league.

But Carth just grinned. 'Nice job Mission.' Carth said, putting his hand on the young Twi'lek's shoulder. 'You held it together better than most first time soldiers back there.'

'Thanks Carth.' Mission said. He's really looking out for me. She thought as she looked up at him. Maybe I was a little hard on him earlier.