Again, here's another story chapter, but next chapter is bigger. So please don't skip. Lehiro, do you want to take this?

Lehiro: He doesn't own this stuff, that belongs to Bioware and Lucasfilm. Now, can we just start?

Chapter 4: The Final Flight on Dreams of Korriban

As I was heading out, a woman called me over. "Excuse me, stranger," She said. "I don't mean to be overly familiar, but I think you're just the kind of person who can help me."

"Continue," I replied.

"My coward of a husband," She began. "Has taken my son, and I need someone with the wit and muscle to bring him back."

"Why would your husband take your son?" I asked. "He must have had a reason."

"A reason?" She asked. "It's because he's both a coward and a fool. My son is gifted. Do you understand me? Gifted, in the Force. He has the ability to train on Korriban and become Sith,"

"It's not all it's cracked up to be," I replied. "Are you sure that's best for him?"

"And what would you know of it?" She sneered. "My husband trained on Korriban. He had his chance at glory, but failed-and now he runs errands for a slimy Hutt."

"Hutts, I replied. "They're like you: Disgusting, arrogant, and rude. I'm surprised you don't like them."

"Oh great, a smart-aleck," She muttered. "Well, it doesn't matter if you like me or not. I will not have my son do the same as my husband. And you're going to help me."

"And why's that?" I asked.

"Because I'll pay you," She replied.

"I'll take a look into it," I said. "Won't be long."

"Good," She said. "He took my son to the shuttleport. A comm officer there who owed me a favor contacted me when they showed up. Be careful. My husband may not be willing to walk away peacefully. " I nodded and headed off.

I arrived at the spaceport. I noticed a comm officer who looked nervous. I headed on over to him. "I believe you're expecting me," I told him.

"Heh," He replied. Seriously? I thought. That's all you have to say? I'm about to take a child from his mother, albeit a terrible one, but still. "You're the one Gianna recruited to rescue her son? She said you were on your way."

"Where is he?" I asked.

"Look," He replied. "I'll point out her husband, but that's it. He seems jumpy, and I'm not risking my neck." He gestured to a man in the corner. "Hey! Hey Kestrel, someone wants to talk to you!"

The man and his son came over to me. The man had a scar down his face, probably a reminder of his time on Korriban. "Do I know you?" He asked. "What do you want with me?"

"I've been sent by your wife." I replied. "I've come to take your son back to her so she can send him to Korriban."

"Is my wife is so determined for our son to become Sith that she hires a bully to threaten me?" He asked.

"Yup," I replied. "Not the nicest, that wife of yours."

"No, she's not," He said. "I was once an acolyte on Korriban. There's no failure at the Sith Academy. Those who can't cut it die."

"Try living my life," I muttered.

"What?" He asked. "Never mind. I got wise and fled before they could kill me, and I'll die before I see my son eaten alive by those Sith dogs!"

"Sometimes you don't have a choice," I told him. "They don't give you one." I couldn't stop the flashbacks. Makara, bombed. I was struggling through the ruins of my town, finding two little Cathar boys. We rebuilt, and lived a good life. Then they came. The Inquisitors. They took them, my children, and made them into Sith. That's why I wanted to join The Great Hunt. The Enclave in in the Citadel. As are the Sith. Then I could find them. My boys.

"But I do now," He said. "Let me take my son and flee. Tell my wife that you persuaded me, and that we took the shuttle to Korriban, she won't know any different."

"Go," I said. "I'll tell Gianna you sent your son to Korriban. Be happy with your son."

"Oh thank you," Kestrel replied. "We'll take the next shuttle out, and you'll never hear from us again." He and his son turned and hurried off to the hangar. Now for Vexx, I thought.

I found his hangar and headed in. I found Vexx, dark hair, same as his skin. His back was turned. I cleared my throat, and he turned around. "What's this?" He asked. "A lawman of sorts? Never thought I'd see the day dashing Vexx would get caught by an ugly brute."

"If you're dashing," I replied. "Then I'm the rear end of a bantha. And if you break the Imperial law, you pay the price."

"Aha!" He said. "But I know something you don't! Vexx is not your ordinary, run of the mill thug, oh no! Vexx is the galaxy's greatest quick-drawer. Vexx could shoot your ears off so fast, you wouldn't hear yourself scream."

"I'm not the screaming type," I replied. "That's not how ears work anyways." We stared off for a moment, and our guns ended up in each other's faces.

"Ha!" Vexx scoffed. "You underestimate me, lawman, which means you die." We broke out into a fight. I started off strong with a barrage of blasts, knocking him back. He got up and activated a flash-bomb. The world went bright for a second, and that was when he took his chance. He shot my arm, and my blaster skidded across the floor. He knocked me down and put his foot on my chest. "You can't beat Vexx," He said. "No one beats Vexx."

"Oh really?" I said, knocking him of his feet. He fell back again, and I grabbed his blaster. I shot, and he was done. I grabbed his I.D tags, nothing else on him, and headed back to the Poison Pit. I decided to stop by Gianna first.

"You," She spat. "Where's my son? I thought I told you to get my son back!"

"Your husband took him to Korriban," I told her, lying through my teeth the whole time.

"Oh," She said, evidently surprised. "Okay. Sorry, it's just, you know, a mother cares deeply about her son."

"Maybe a normal mother would," I replied. "But I hardly think you qualify."

"You know what?" She said. "I don't have to take this. Just take your money and go." I saw Mako walking in.

"Hey beautiful," I told her. "I just got back. Care to join me?"

"I'd love to," Mako said, blushing. I offered my arm as we headed in. "Hey old timers," She said as we rounded the corner. "I'm-" She cut off as she saw what was before us. "Jory!" She shouted. "Brayden!"