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The tall man pushed his long raven hair out of his face, sapphire eyes glowed in the sunset. He surveyed the surrounding landscape. There were building in the distance to the north and a forest behind him.

The place was so primitive. According to the computer on his console this planet was called earth. Yet more proof that it was primitive, not even a proper name. But hopefully Qui Gon and Oaf One wouldn't find him here, not till he figured out what he was going to do.

Hell would freeze over before he willing let himself be captured by them and hauled off to the Jedi Council for punishment. He had no doubt that his mast would find him here sooner or later, he was just hoping for later, and at this point it was all just a game of chance.

He was planning to go to Telos until he decided that was too easy and close to the Jedi. He would go farther, so now here he was in the middle off now where. What the Jedi had failed to notice through all the recent excitement was he was sick. He had come down with some virus and it was starting to take its toll.

His head was pounding and breathing was painful. Finally after standing there a while he realized he had become lost in he's thoughts and the sun was no longer in sight. The only way he could see his surroundings was be using the Force.

So he took a deep painful breath and trudged forward toward the light and hoped he could find something to make him less miserable. He ideally wondered when he had become so depended on hope, probably around the time he launch himself from that window to the speeder below and felt the first rib jarring pain of breathing.

It was only after the fight that breathing had become an issue.

It was about a half standard hour later he reached the town. It reminded him of some town off of a planet like Glascuss. Three words: primitive, run door, poor.

That just about summed it up, not that he was in any position to complain or be picky. The walk had worn him out and he needed a place to stay for the night. He reached a place that according to the sign was called The Hogs Head. Cocking a eye brow he knocked then pushed the door open.

A woman was standing behind a counter washing the bar. She looked up when he entered. " Can I help you sir?" she asked politely. "Yes, do you have a room I could rent for the night?" She nodded. "It will cost you two sickles sir."

'A what?' He thought. "I'm afraid all I have is these." He held up a credit. Her eyes widened at them. "That will work." She took it then showed him to a room.

"Goodnight sir." She said respectfully. He nodded in reply. She closed the door then took out the credit to look at it. 'What on earth is it? I hope its worth as much as it looks.' With that she walked away.

Inside Xanatos had collapsed onto the bed after undressing and had fallen asleep immediately.

His dreams where full of death of innocents and punishment he would receive from his master and the council if they caught him. No matter what they might think of him, he really didn't like killing innocent people, and he couldn't stand seeing a child being abused.

'I guess at least some of their teachings rubbed off on me. Tomorrow I'll figure out what I'll do before my master and his faithful lap dog catch up to me. When, not if, when.' was his last thoughts before total darkness had taken him.