Author's Note: This is a continuation of the story called "Forbidden Emotion". To get the full effect you will need to read the first one, so get one that! :D
The Navarre was a fine vessel, something that a smuggler would use. It was light and fast, but was spacious at the same time. The main room was large and circular and contained two couches which were set up in a living room type fashion. From there it spun off into several other rooms: three living quarters, a storage deck and the cockpit.
Daryan smiled to himself. The young rogue Jedi seemed to be having the perfect life. He was the captain of his own ship, he had a small family around him, and he had Ahsoka, the girl he loved. Perfect.
Well, except for being hunted down by the famed Jedi General Anakin Skywalker.
Daryan was thrown off his feet as the vessel shook. He ran to the cockpit and found Zheki hastily pressing buttons and maneuvering levers.
"What's going on?" Daryan asked, strapping into the seat next to him.
Zheki pointed to the radar. They were being followed by three ships, fighters, on their tail and firing at them.
"Do we know who they are?" Daryan asked, watching the dots move around on the screen.
"Republic," Zheki hissed.
Zheki and his twin brother, Draan, had been found by Glen when they were teens. Glen had pulled them off the streets and given them a home, and they had grown up to be his most stalwart allies. Neither brothers could speak much Galactic Basic, but they could understand almost all of it. They frequently spoke to each other in their native tongue however, with only a few words in Basic.
Daryan cursed.
"Gun?" Zheki asked, ready to tell his brother to man the guns.
"No, we can't shoot down Republic fighters," Daryan said, "Can you lose them?"
Zheki just laughed. The Navarre ducked and weaved as the fighters followed. Daryan wasn't sure what was going on, in fact he felt kind of nauseous. Zheki was fine however as he expertly made the ship turn on a dime. He keyed in a few buttons, and the stars in the sky blurred into lines. They jumped to hyperspace.
Daryan stood up slowly. He padded Zheki on the back before heading into the main part of the ship, where he plopped onto a couch. He would try to stay out of the cockpit while firefights were going on, he decided.
"What was that?" Ahsoka said, emerging from her and Daryan's quarters.
"Republic fighters," Daryan said, trying to quell the rebellion in his stomach.
"What? They are coming after us?"
"They were coming after us, but Zheki lost them."
Ahsoka sat down next to Daryan's head. She thought she was just leaving on the wishes of the council, not becoming a criminal. Daryan caught sight her worried demeanor and sat up.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I didn't expect us to become enemies of the Republic!"
"Hey, that's not my fault," Daryan said, "You can blame Anakin Crazywalker for those fighters."
Ahsoka sighed and looked away. She didn't want to make a big deal about it, but she would definitely try to contact the High Council later, just to make sure everything was okay. She couldn't help but see her master, no, former master's face in her head as she recalled her escape from Coruscant. The words 'I'll hunt you both down!' echoing in her head. She shuddered.
The rest of the ride went smoothly. The forest planet of Ci Atul loomed before the Navarre, seeming to want to swallow the little ship as it descended to the surface. The capital was ruined from the large battle that had taken place not half a year back, but it was definitely in the progress of being rebuilt in the wake of the Separatist eviction.
Daryan's ship landed in the docking bay of the starport on top of the tiered city. Glen, Tolivian, Ahsoka and Daryan walked down the ramp and into the port.
"Um, Mr. Ordo, sir?" a boy said sheepishly approaching the group.
"Do I know you?" Daryan said, unkowing what to think.
"Um, no sir, Master Onasen asked me to come meet you here. Please follow me."
Daryan nodded, shocked. How would his master know that he had arrived? Definitely something that he would have to ask him when he got to him.
They followed the boy out of the starport and into the city. The city was familiar to Daryan, considering he had grown up on the streets, but the upper tiers where the starport was located were reserved usually for the upper class and the wealthy, so he was unfamiliar with the direction the boy was taking. They walked down an alley and into an empty courtyard with a fountain in the middle.
The boy turned and looked at the group following him, tears in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, sir," he said, running towards a nearby building.
A group of twenty thugs spilled out of the buildings surrounding the courtyard, one thug threw the little boy a sack of coins as he ran past them. Each thug had a weapon trained on Daryan's group, ready to fire.
Daryan cursed.