"Shouldn't you be resting?" Bane asked as he found Charra wondering around the cargo hold and going through the supplies and items they had received from Stone.

"I have been resting for the last six hours, I know my limits. As long as I don't overdo it, I'll be fine." Charra replied with a slightly annoyed growl.

"And yet, you're still grumpy." Bane shot back, keeping his distance.

"It's not you I'm currently annoyed with; it's Maul and his need for multiple jumps to Light Speed in the last four hours." The Zygerrian huffed.

Although, the Zygerrian Jedi was still peeved about the recording, she was far more irritated with the red Zabrak. Maul refused to answer to anyone as to his reasoning for a third jump to Hyperspace and because of this they were now low on fuel. It would be another 24 hours or so before they could part ways with Cad Bane.

Charra glanced over her shoulder when she heard the striking of a match; she turned to see Bane light up a cigar.

"Try not to set anything on fire, Bane," She commented before removing the lid of a rectangular shaped crate, her eyes widened lightly in surprise. "Well, what do we have here?"

"What did you find?" Bane asked, exhaling cigar smoke.

He watched as she reached into the crate, but he didn't see what she had pulled out. Curious now, he walked over to the Jedi to see what she had found that had clearly surprised her.

Cad heard the unmistakable sound of a Jedi weapon igniting, however it didn't quite register until it was too late. Searing pain lanced up his arm and he gave a shout of pain and surprise as Charra lashed out with the Saber. He stumbled back into a nearby crate, looking at her in shocked surprise and betrayal.

"Oh, don't be such a kit, Bane. Your arm is fine." Charra stated with an amused chuckle.

Cad looked down at his arm and sure enough the limb was still attached to his body. He looked back at the Jedi, too stunned for words.

"It's a sparring saber; hurts like hell getting tagged by it but it lacks the lethality of its counterpart," She explained, leaning her hip against the crate. "Younglings train with them before they construct their own Light Sabers."

"It looks exactly like a light saber, only the blade is almost white." Bane stated as he walked back over to her, although he stayed out of reach of the false yellow bladed saber.

"That's how you tell them apart from true lightsabers, that and the sound is different as well." She stated before the Duros a little demonstration.

As Bane watched, he noted that the sound was in-deed different. Instead of the deep vibrating rumble all sabers gave off when ignited or waved around, it was a slightly high pitched warble. He took an involuntary step back when she pointed the tip of the saber at him before extinguishing the blade.

Charra smirked a little before returning the hilt to the crate. She took a better look inside the crate and noted the different hilts of the sparring sabers. She saw at least three duel bladed saber hilts among the single blades. How Husk acquired these, she didn't want to know or even think about.

She wrinkled her nose when the smoke of Bane's cigar filled her nostrils. She glanced back at Bane and noticed that he appeared deep in thought while looking at her.

"What?" She asked before raising an eye brow. "I can almost see the wheels in your head spinning, Bane, so spit it out."

Bane took a long drag from his cigar, exhaled smoke before speaking. "I'm just realizing that you're a crap Jedi."

Charra scoffed and crossed her arms. "Do you want to get drop kicked out of the air-lock?"

"Hear me out first," Bane countered as he took another drag from his cigar. "Every Jedi that I've come across has always chosen the diplomatic path first, you didn't. That entire situation with Husk for example; you could have talked him down, been civil. Instead, you challenged him to a fist fight."

"Husk was a Zygerrian, Bane. You have a better luck herding cats then trying to talk a Zygerrian out of selling two people that you've come to care for to the highest bidder," Charra replied before sighing softly and leaning against the crate. "I think it's because I am a Zygerrian that I tend to take a more violent route."

"True, however, you're still a Jedi and I've seen you be civil before."

Charra raised an eye brow but let him continue, she wanted to know what the Bounty Hunter was getting at.

"Yes, you are a Zygerrian and your species tend to be rather violent. However, you are also a Jedi, there has to be some kind of happy or neutral medium in there somewhere."

The Jedi sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose before speaking with a slightly annoyed huff. "Don't you think I haven't tried? There's no How To handbook for being the perfect Zygerrian Jedi."

Bane waved his hand dismissively. "Being perfect isn't everything, my advice; don't be perfect and blaze your own path."

"I don't think it's that simple for me, Bane." Charra admitted.

Cad raised an eye but remained silent, knowing she would explain.

"I... Felt something moments before I killed Husk. Something dark-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there, I don't have the Force so I'm out of my element. Talk to Savage or Maul about this area of crazy."

Charra scratch the back of her head uncertainly. "Savage is learning and Maul is a different animal entirely."

"Regardless, you should still talk to them about it; I'm just a Bounty Hunter with no Force sensitivity or what you Jedi call it." Bane stated before tossing the remains of his cigar in the trash.

"No, you said it right. However, I don't think you need the Force to understand it." Charra replied, walking away from the crate towards the deactivated R6 unit.

"And I choose to remain ignorant of its properties." Bane stated.

She chose not to comment, it was his decision to remain ignorant to the Force, and it wasn't her place to judge. She heaved a small sigh before sitting down in front of the deactivated droid.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"I'm going to see if I can get this little working."

He raised an eye brow and crossed his arms. "Do you even know how to accomplish that?"

"Nope," She replied, briefly glancing at the Bounty Hunter. "But I figure if I tinker around enough, something might happen."

Bane shook his head before walking towards the door. "You're on your own in that endeavor."

"Oh, you're more than welcome to rat me out to Maul and Savage when you report back to them." Charra coolly stated.

Bane paused midstride and turned his slightly narrowed eyes at her. "I wasn't here to spy on you for them."

"Sure, sure." She replied with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Bane gave an indignant snort before leaving Charra alone in the Cargo hold and to her own devices.

"So, little one," Charra softly stated aloud. "What can I do to awaken you?"

After a long minute of silence, the Zygerrian reached out and placed a hand on the domed head of the droid and closed her eyes and losing herself inside the Force. Another minute past before a small smile reached her lips.

"Hello, there, little one."

X X X

Bane remained silent as he watched the two Zabraks engaged in Close Quarters combat, it was difficult to say who had the advantage in the rout. Savage had strength and endurance while Maul had speed, agility, and more experience. However, considering it was only a training session there was no true winner.

The Bounty Hunter crossed his arms as he watched and waited for the match to finish. While he waited, he thought back to his brief conversation with Charra, it was clear that killing Husk had spooked her a little bit. He was more than certain she had killed in the past, but always with her saber. However, killing someone with you bare hands was different... It was more personal.

"I... Felt something moments before I killed Husk. Something... dark..."

If he had to guess, Charra had felt the pull of the Dark Side whatever that meant, he didn't understand any of it. However, the Dark Side was considered to be a huge deal to the Jedi and regardless of how much of it she had felt at that moment, it had been enough to startle the Zygerrian.

A heavy thud disrupted Bane's train of thought. Glancing up, he saw that Maul had beaten Savage and had pinned him to the floor with one of his robotic bird like feet pressing down on his broad chest, no doubt knocking the air out of his lungs.

Maul said nothing for the longest time before removing his foot from Savage' chest and holding out his hand for the large Zabrak to take.

"Your skills in close quarters combat are improving, apprentice." He commented, pulling Savage to his feet.

Savage gave a small nod in reply before walking towards a bench to grab a towel to wipe the sweat from his brow.

"Enjoy the show?" Maul commented as he turned his attention to Bane.

"I won't lie, it was impressive," Bane replied, leaning against the wall near the weapon's rack. "I will admit I haven't seen many sword wielders actually engage in Close Quarters combat."

"Speaking of which, what's Charra up to?"

Bane glanced over at Savage who was busy putting his armor back on; the Bounty Hunter was more than certain that he was listening intently.

"Well, she's not resting," Savage paused, armbrace in one hand. "She's snooping around the Cargo Bay, my guess... She doesn't want to think about what happened with Husk."

Maul raised an eye brow. "She's maybe a Jedi but she has killed in the past, Savage and I overheard a few of her men say that she had cut down a Trade Federation Commander. Why would Husk's death bother her?"

"Killing someone with your bare hands isn't the same as taking someone out with one of your blades or with a blaster. It's more... Up close and personal," Bane glanced at Savage again, his expression was difficult to read and one of his hands had become a fist. "And there seems to be some Dark Side/Light Side related issues, so don't be surprised if you come to talk to you about it."

Maul appeared deep in thought while Savage looked as though he wanted to tear something or someone in half. That quickly changed when the door slid open and Charra rolled in, she was sitting cross-legged on a flatbed cart, one of the rectangular crates sitting in front of her, the second sitting behind her.

That wasn't the strangest thing however; it was the previously deactivated droid pushing the cart into the sparring/training room that caught their attention.

"What?" Charra asked as the flat bed cart rolled to a stop, the droid remained a safe distance away, obviously a little uneasy about the three males in the room.

"How is that droid even working?" Maul asked after a long moment of silence.

Charra shrugged. "Call it a hunch, I figured if I messed around long something might happen."

Bane gave a soft snort of amusement. She's lucky the droid didn't explode.

"A hunch? You do realize you might have put all of us in danger by messing around with its inner workings." Maul stated as Charra removed herself from the cart.

"It's only three feet tall, Maul, I doubt it could reach high enough to slit our throats," Charra countered before bending over to pick up one of the crates; however Savage beat her to it, surprising her a little, she quickly recovered and glanced over at Bane. "If you're quite finished looking pretty, why don't you come over and help, Bane?"

Bane rolled his eyes, but walked over to the flat bed cart, giving the droid a wide berth as though afraid it could go haywire at any moment.

"I'll go get more crates," Charra stated, getting back on the flat bed, turning her attention back to the small droid. "Alright, back to the Cargo bay."

The Droid made a series of beeps and whistles before extending a clamp/claw to grab the middle bar in order to pull it backwards and out the door.

"If we all die in the middle of the night due to oxygen deprivation, I'm holding you personally responsible for all of eternity!" Maul called after her.

"Oh, no, the burden." She replied tone dripping with sarcasm, moments before the door slid shut.

X X X

The next 24 hrs. were a bit tense, not because of the R6 unit who was later dubbed TC9 and Maul watched it like a hawk ready to take it out at a moment's notice, it was mainly due to the fact that Savage was actively avoiding Charra.

Cad Bane wasn't making things any easier, he seemed to enjoy stirring the pot and only stopped when Maul had threatened to rip his guts out using only his bird like feet. The tension eased a bit when the Bounty Hunter returned to his ship, but the tension remained over the course of the next three days.

It became clear that Savage was actively avoiding her or giving her the silent treatment. Whatever was going on, greatly confused and annoyed the Jedi.

Maul, to some degree seemed to understand what was going on with his large brother and refused to relay said knowledge to Charra.

"It's not my place to tell you," Maul had said after Savage had done one of his disappearing acts on the second day. "He will tell you when he's ready, not before."

Charra growled softly. "Fine, he'll know where to find me when his overly pointy head is no longer up his ass."

That wouldn't be difficult figure out, considering there were only a few places Charra could go to be alone, this also included her old quarters.

On day three, the large Zabrak was going to great lengths to avoid her and giving her the cold shoulder when he had no other choice (save for jumping out the nearest air lock) to be in the same room as her.

~Perhaps this is for the best,~ Her jedi coolly stated as Charra headed towards her old quarters. ~We're already too attached and this won't be a clean break.~

Her Zygerrian gave a soft growl of annoyed, hackles slightly raised. ~If he wants to break it off, he should have the balls to say to our face!~

Charra stopped at the door of her old quarters, she sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose as she could feel the beginnings of a headache. She took a moment before shaking her head and going inside to meditate to calm her mind and regain her balance in order to fight back the urge to put her foot up Savage' ass.

X X X

Charra's annoyance with Savage was nearing its breaking point when day six rolled around. The ship had become a powder keg and all it would take was a spark to set it off.

The Zygerrian took a large majority of her frustrations out on the sparring droids, now that they had the false sabers she took them out in record time.

The only ones on the ship that were somewhat sane were Maul and TC9. Despite being a little quirky, the Droid was trust worthy, as for Maul... The red and black Zabrak seemed to be acting as a neutral party to all the crazy going on. Yet he still refused to tell Charra anything as to Savage increasingly annoying behavior.

"Alright, let me get this straight, Savage volunteered to scout the area... During this planet's Month of Darkness?" Charra asked as she stood by the counter to pour herself a cup of warm tea.

Maul blinked, a look of surprise on his tattooed face as he sat down at the table. "You know what planet we're on?"

"I wouldn't say that, I only know of three systems that have an entire month of nothing but darkness. I figured we're on one of them as it's barely past Noon," Charra replied before taking a sip of her tea. "Anyway, back to where Savage is scouting the area, you do realize he's pretty easy to spot, even in the dark?"

"He is actually quite stealthy for a man of his size," Maul replied then smirked a little. "He did manage to catch you off guard back on that planet."

She snorted softly before speaking. "Oh, please, my worst case scenario was running into General Grievous. You and Savage weren't even on my radar."

Maul hid his smirk as he drank from his cup, pleased that he and Savage had managed to catch her off guard.

"Don't let it go to your head, Maul. You got lucky that and the heat played a part," She shot back then raised an eye brow when she caught the look on his face. "What's on your mind, Maul? I can almost see the wheels in your head turning."

Maul shrugged before speaking. "It's more of a rematch, really as revenge isn't the Jedi way."

Charra just rolled her eyes, they had traded mockingly good-natured barbs in the past, and this time was no different. Her eyes narrowed slightly before replying.

"Wait, are you suggesting a Light saber duel in the dark? That... Actually sounds fun," She glanced at Maul for a moment before setting her cup down. "Does this mean I'm getting my Light Sabers back?"

Maul appeared to be thinking about much to Charra's growing annoyance.

"Really, Maul? I've been on this boat for maybe three months and I only tried to escape once. I think I've earned a bit of trust."

Maul's response was a small nod and a long slow sip of his cup, his yellow gaze locked on the Zygerrian with unyielding intensity.

"And how would I know that once I gave you your weapon back, you won't use it against me or Savage?" Maul asked, his eyes watching her carefully.

Charra knew she would have to choose her next words carefully as no simple answer would satisfy the Darksider.

"I guess you don't." She found herself saying, silver-green eyes meeting his yellow sun burst ones with equally unyielding intensity.

Maul's face betrayed no emotion to her statement as he lowered his cup back down; his voice was just as neutral as his face. "An interesting answer coming from a Jedi, although not entirely unexpected… given the circumstances."

Charra's eyes narrowed for a moment before tensing slightly when her eyes caught movement from under the table. She relaxed only slightly when the Zabrak placed two items on the table; one she recognized as her saber, the other however, made her skin crawl just being near it.

"What is that?" She asked, despite already knowing the answer.

"I think you know, Master Jedi." Maul smoothly replied, not taking his eyes off her, while she couldn't take her eyes off the small red and gold pyramid, her weapon completely forgotten.

((A/N: I think it's safe to say shit just got interesting, any theories as to why Savage is acting the way he is? Love to hear from you! ^_^))