"You do realize that when I suggested a stroll, my comment was not intended to be taken literally." Greagoir's smirk is back as he glances my way. I try real hard to smile back but I fail. There is just something about this man that strikes me as odd. Not in a bad way, mind you, just off and I can't put my finger on why. Besides I can't forget how quickly he agreed with that Ambassador and Keelah. How can anyone be that cruel? To suggest killing those men just so we don't have to run around and shut down these secondary conduits is just wrong. I can kinda see that coming from Keelah but Asara and Greagoir, too? I thought Jedi are supposed to be… well, nice. "At least the scenery is pleasant to look at."

"It wasn't my idea to split up, ya know. Captain and I are the best at tinkering with machinery and well," I look over my shoulder in the direction we came from and that uneasy feeling is back. Glancing at Greagoir I can feel my brows furrowing, my gut clenching. "To tell the truth, I don't like it one bit. The ladies shouldn't be on their own. We shouldn'ta split up. I should be watching the Captain's back-"

"Her backside you mean." Greagoir chuckles and waves a hand in my direction when I try to correct him. "I have to admit she does have a cute posterior, as firm little female bodies go, but I don't see the attraction."

I can feel my cheeks warm at his observation but I won't let him steer the conversation in that direction. It isn't like that, not at all. Not completely… "Captain is more than just a pretty lady; she's fiercely independent and sweet as pie. She can smile and light up a whole room. And when she laughs-"

"Oh-ho, my inveigling friend, you have it bad." I have what bad? Greagoir hums softly in his little purring way. "Hmm, your infatuation is regretfully noted." He's talking weird again. Why does he talk in circles? I think he does it to confuse me. He's looking at me again, this time as if he's inspecting me. What could I have possibly done this time? I stand a bit straighter under his scrutiny and I don't even know why. "You are simply so naïve and innocent. The things I could do to you."

I know I'm frowning, I can feel my eyebrows furrow. Do to me? He's healed me but I haven't been injured since and I don't imagine I upset him all that much seeing how we just met and… "Oh." He laughs at my reaction. Well what did he expect? No man has ever talked to me that way before. Ever. Stars, I even blush if a woman talks too fresh around me.

"You're such fun to tease, Corso." He stops short of the doorway and tilts his head at me. Now that I'm paying attention, he does do a lot of feminine gestures. "Did you know your eyes crinkle when you smile and you get this dreamy far off look when you speak about your darling little Captain." He holds up his hand to stop my protest. His voice drops and he motions toward a doorway. "Droids ahead."

I don't know how he did that, but it's neat and kinda creepy. I nod my acknowledgement and cautiously approach the doorway with my blaster rifle at the ready. Easing my head around the entrance I steal a glance. I see three smallish droids, protocol sized, thin and tall compared to the big one, a war droid size, lurking behind them. Looking back at Greagoir, I hold up four fingers, point to me and the opposite side of the door. He nods and waits as I get in position.

Looking in the door again, his words stop me cold. "Given a chance; I could possibly change your mind and rock your world."

Greagoir casts something and suddenly the war droid is spinning in a gust of wind, robotic arms flailing harmlessly. I try to ignore what he said and concentrate on the other three droids and aim for its chassis. Blaster fire is going now in both directions. I destroyed the droid to the left as Greagoir does the poof of air thing to the one on the right. Turns out that air does some decent damage to the droid as it beeps and squawks. Firing at the center droid, I aim this time for its head. Three shots and its down, one more shot on the droid on the right, along with the debris Greagoir is tossing his way and that droid is down, too.

Almost too easy but the real work is still ahead. The war droid is no longer spinning out of control and is shooting at us. Greagoir manages to put a weird bubble shield around me. It kind of tickles and absorbs a fair share of the blaster damage coming my way. That bubble and my shield keeps me pretty safe as I send out a volley of blaster fire, a few well aimed shots and we take that war droid down.

"So is that some weird force trick you learn in Jedi training?" We're shoving the war droid away from the secondary conduit so I can shut it down. Stupid droid is pretty solid and it dropped in the worse spot possible.

He gives me an odd smirk, "You'll need to be more specific. Which weird force trick are you talking about? Disturbance, Telekentic Throw, Force Lift…"

I shake my head because I haven't a clue what it would be called so I describe it instead. "That thing you did before we even got in here. You knew they were droids. That's a handy trick… to know what you'll be facing before you have to face 'em." Kneeling before the machine, I unscrew the front panel and flip the over ride.

Greagoir laughs. "That is no Force trick. I heard the clacking of one of the droids walking." I stare at him in disbelief and he grins sheepishly. "If you prefer to think I'm some mystical, all powerful being, you wouldn't be the first. It isn't true, but it's a common misconception of Jedi." Greagoir watches as I'm hunkered down. "Do you really know how to deactivate this machinery?"

"Ayup," I shrug a shoulder. "Breaking it would be easier, but in the long run it would be the worse thing to do. Once we're free from them Imperials and have the bridge back, these conduits will need to be brought back on line."

"Hmm, so you're a handy kind of man to have around." Greagoir leans against the conduit. "What other things do you dabble with?"

"I work on all kinds of things. Mostly blaster weapons: blaster rifles, blaster pistols and even a few blaster cannons." Soft clicks followed by a few beeps. I count to ten in my head and power down the machinery. The soft mechanical hum dies with a groan and we're in business. "My real passion is the older models, fixing them back to their original beauty and specifications."

"Fascinating." It's my turn to smirk at Greagoir. He's not really fascinated, the word from his mouth sounds more bored than anything else. Only his eyes don't show boredom, they're sparkling again and his lips are quirked in a peculiar way that makes me feel really uncomfortable. "You must be masterfully talented with your hands."

Stars, the man is purring again. I stand up quickly and grab my blaster rifle before heading out. "Right, well we have another secondary conduit to get to before we can meet up with everyone else." He's an odd man, nothing like I thought a Jedi is supposed to be. Then again seeing how him and Willa, if that really is her, are the first Jedi I have ever met, I'm not really sure what I thought they were supposed to be.

I've heard stories about how they have no emotions, how they systematically fight like machines and well, okay the fighting bits fit but the emotion thing is bunk. Maybe because Greagoir and Willa are still young they haven't really learned to hide them? I never understood how any person could have no emotions anyhow.

"Can I ask you something?" I glance at Greagoir hesitantly, but I started this so it's only fair I continue.

He smiles slowly, rather predatory like and I feel as if he's about to pounce on me at any second. "Will I kiss you, take you and ravish your body? Why yes, Corso, I'd be delighted to."

I swear my eyes feel like they're going to pop right out of my head. I'm not sure when my feet failed me because suddenly I'm not moving forward anymore. "That's not… I mean, no thanks, I wouldn't… it… I…" Apparently my mind is failing me as well; I can't seem to complete a thought.

Greagoir chuckles, it's low and throaty. He is approaching me and my stomach is coiled in panic. "Relax, Corso. I'm just a man." He reaches out to touch my face. I didn't mean to recoil but I did and he tutts. "I would never take advantage of you. It isn't nearly as much fun as some would imagine. If I were to ravish you, it would be because you want me to." He takes a step back and I can breathe again. My face feels like it's on fire from blushing. "Now, what did you want to ask me, hmm?"

"I don't remember." Taking a cleansing breath I try to get my thoughts together, only having him staring at me is not making this any easier. "Can… can we just go?"

"I think I broke you." Greagoir steps aside and does a sweeping kind of bow to allow me to continue on but my feet still fail me. I just stand there and stare at him. "Oh, for pity's sake, Corso." He starts walking and my feet move as I fall in step behind him.

"Sorry, I'm just not like you." He gives me a sharp glance and I wince, "I didn't mean that, well, that too. It's just… you're so sure of yourself. You're so confident. How do you do that?"

Greagoir smirks at me, that glint is in his eyes again. "First things first, my dear Corso. You must be comfortable in your own skin. You have to know what you want and how you intend to get it or at the very least know yourself. I am Greagoir first, I am a Jedi second. I am not about to change that for anyone, not even the Order. Which is why I am still a padawan and Willa is a Jedi."

Willa, so that really is Willa or one heck of a coincidence that the girl has the same first name and looks like Ti'ta. "Padawan, that's the ones in training, right?"

"Mhmm, I'm not even supposed to call myself a Jedi. I do most times, since non-force users tend to get confused." Greagoir glances my way again. "Do I frighten you?"

"No," I grin when he raises an eyebrow. "You make me uncomfortable but you don't scare me."

"I rather enjoy your honesty. Too many people are meek; say what they believe I want to hear. Of course there are those who are crass; blunt to the point of rudeness." He pauses and gives me one of those grins of his, "I prefer someone to speak their mind with finesse, a challenge of wits."

"One day you'll find him, but are Jedi supposed to… yanno, be with others, physically, emotionally?" Thankfully he starts walking again but I think I upset him because he doesn't answer, he just sighs.

We turn the corner and my heart leaps in panic. "Blast!" or more accurately, blaster fire. I can hear it coming from ahead of us, accompanied with hollering that sounds like Keelah. Greagoir and I don't even bother saying anything we just break into a run. The hum of his lightsaber is the only sound he makes, my boots on the other hand make plenty of noise as we head towards the next doorway.

We reach the entrance just in time to witness the jerking death of a war droid. Keelah has her blaster cannon resting on her thigh, Willa is standing on top of the war droid having just powered off her lightsaber, or whatever it is they do to make the blades go away and Ti'ta has her hand over her mouth trying to stifle a case of the giggles.

Looking from one to the other, I have no idea what we just walked in on but they apparently have things under control. Sort of. Ti'ta is still laughing and waves at us, "Hey guys." She sounds happier than I have ever heard her. I can't help but smile. I open my mouth to respond only to get a scathing glare from Keelah and shut it just as fast. Now what did I do?

"Uh, let me uh, get that secondary conduit." I don't bother making any further comment and head to the control panel.

"Greagoir!" Willa is grinning and he makes his way to the war droid. He raises a hand to help her and she gracefully hops down. "So you know how the Masters always say those annoying things like, the Force's will, the Force works through us, blah, blah…" Willa walks Greagoir over to Ti'ta. I chance a glance at them as I take the front panel off. "Well, I didn't put too much stock in all that until now. Greagoir, Ti'ta is my sister and Keelah is my cousin,."

"Fascinating," I smirk as I count to ten, this time he actually sounds fascinated or at the very least curious. When the groaning secondary conduit becomes silent he motions towards the direction we came from, "I believe we have a date with the Mandalorians before we can continue this family reunion."