"I've never seen that man before," Anakin said, pacing.

"Calm down, Anakin, we will need to speak with the High Council about this," Obi-wan said from the table, sipping his tea.

They were inside of the Twilight in the sort of briefing room. Anakin sighed and took a seat across from his former master. Ahsoka stood at the doorway, saying nothing.

"He's going to be fine, you know," Obi-wan said, seeing the expression on Ahsoka's face, "The medics are working on him right now."

"I-I'm not worried," Ahsoka said, caught off guard, "We need him to be awake so we can find out more about the mysterious man, that's all."

Anakin nodded. "He was definitely working for the separatists, I saw the decal on a necklace he was wearing."

"He was quite powerful too," Obi-wan said, thoughtfully then turning to Ahsoka, "To be honest, I'm surprised you two held out for so long."

"It wasn't me master, Daryan fought him one on one for a while."

"He was quite the brute," Obi-wan said, "Probably just over two meters tall."

"You two should have pulled out when he came," Anakin said sternly to his Padawan, "Two young Jedi are no match for a sith."

"We couldn't! He appeared out of no where and attacked Daryan after we had taken out the droideka," Ahsoka explained.

"Daryan should have disengaged and retreated," Anakin said coldly, "Then he wouldn't have been injured."

"He was protecting me!" Ahsoka almost shouted.

"Silence, young one," Obi-wan said, raising a hand, "Do not raise your voice at your master. Go check on Daryan."

Ahsoka clenched her fists and left. Anakin sighed and put a hand on his head.

"You don't need to be so hard on those two, Anakin," the Jedi master said, sipping his tea.

"Since that rogue showed up, my pupil has been put in near death situations twice," Anakin said, sitting upright in his chair.

"I think you are underestimating your student, she is quite capable. And if I had to venture a guess, you aren't very fond on Daryan."

"He's dangerous," Anakin said, "His emotions run free, and the masters always say that leads down the path to the dark side."

Obi-wan nodded, "I know how you feel. But he is very capable, and pure. You saw how long he stood up to that sith. He kind of reminds me of you."

Anakin glared at his master, and left the room. The real reason Anakin loathed Daryan was because of his emotions. How could he be allowed to be a Jedi and allowed to love, when Anakin had to keep his own inside? Padme had his heart, but he wasn't allowed to give it to her openly. He resented Daryan for being allowed to. He knew he should keep those emotions under control, but every time he thought of Daryan, he couldn't help but loathe the rogue.

Daryan was propped up with some pillows when Ahsoka arrived. He was shirtless, revealing a muscular torso, which, as much as Ahsoka hated to admit, she found attractive. He was bandaged on his side where he had been kicked. He smiled as Ahsoka appeared in his doorway.

"The bantha broke one of my ribs!" he exclaimed.

Ahsoka giggled, "He sure was a bantha."

"Are you okay?" Daryan said, his face turning serious.

"I'm fine, just a few scrapes," Ahsoka said, turning towards a medical rack on the wall, "Well... Thanks."

"For what?"

"Saving me."

"Ah it was nothing," Daryan said, with a smirk, "Rugged men like me are supposed to save beautiful girls."

Ahsoka blushed again, picked up a nearby data slate, and chucked it at Daryan. It bounced off his forhead with a thwack.

"Ow!" Daryan said, holding his head.

Ahsoka laughed and turned to leave. She stopped at the door and turned back, "Get better soon, or else!"

Daryan was up the next day, walking around. The medics had done a good job, and he was about ready to be put back into combat. They four gathered around the table of the briefing room, and Anakin activated the holoprojector in the center of the table. A miniature Mace Windu appeared in front of them.

"We have analyzed the data that you have collected, and we have determined the man to be a fallen Jedi named Umale Bindo," the projection said.

Daryan cursed. Everyone including Mace Windu looked at him.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, feeling sheepish.

"Do you know that name, young one?" Master Windu asked.

"He was a good friend of my master," Daryan said, hesitantly, "I was there when he turned to the dark side."

"What happened?" Obi-wan asked.

"He... he slaughtered the four other students who were training with me," Daryan said slowly, "My master had cut off his legs and left him to die on a mountain... I'm sorry but excuse me."

Daryan got up from the table and went into his quarters on the ship. He sat down on the bed. He wished he never heard the name Umale Bindo ever again. He pulled out the picture of the girl he had in his pocket. A tear fell from his eye as he remembered that day.

"Daryan..." Ahsoka said from the doorway.

Daryan wiped his eyes quickly.

"Sorry," he said, not turning around.

"Was she.. one of the students?" Ahsoka said, coming into the room and closing the door.

"Yes.. she was my best friend... I thought I loved her.." Daryan said, admitting his confession for the first time to anyone other than his master, "But that's over now. Things are different."

He got up and looked at Ahsoka. He walked over to her and put the picture in her hand.

"Burn this picture, please," he said, closing her hand around it, "I could never do it myself."

She took it and nodded. They stood in front of each other for a bit, staring at each other before Daryan turned away, and sat on his bed. Ahsoka put a hand on his shoulder before leaving.

She took the picture to her room, and put it in her bag. She would deal with it when she had the chance.