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CHAPTER THREE

Tark sighed. He knew he wasn't going to enjoy the next part of their mission. The peace talks which usually took hours were going to drive him nuts. They hadn't even met the senator yet, in fact they'd just arrived at the palace, and barely had time to put their things in their room. Rib must have sensed his anxiety and boredom because the next minute he turned around.

"Tark if you would like to go to our room and study you may."

Tark looked up. Really? He asked using the new bond they had just formed.

Rib nodded, and Tark smiled. Elliot, who was walking besides them gave one of his rare smiles and shook his head. Just then a young man came up to them.

"Excuse me but I heard you say something about going to study during the peace talks. My name is Les Tora, the senator's son, and I don't have to be present at the talks. Why don't I show you around the city."

Tark looked at Rib, who frowned but then nodded. "That might be a good idea. Tark stay out of trouble."

Tark grinned. "Yes Master."

"Come on then," Les said.

Tark followed the young man down the hall, and sighed with relief. "I'm glad I didn't have to go to those talks. I don't think I could have stood them."

"I know, my father never agrees to anything anyway," Les said.

They laughed, and on the way out of the palace found out they liked each other's personalities. As soon as they were out of the palace, Les' manner changed abruptly.

"Tark listen to me. You have to tell your master that his life is in great danger. All of your lives are. If he doesn't believe you tell him I told you."

Tark was a little taken aback. "Les what's the…"

"Don't call me Les, my name is Tavish. And my father plans to kill you and the other Jedi."

Tark raised his eyebrows. "Kill us. How's he going to do that?"

Tavish looked grim. "Don't underestimate who my father knows. You're supposed to leave for Meldona in two mornings, yes? Well I guarantee my father will try to kill you by then. It is best if you leave tonight, after the peace talks are over."

"Tavish I don't understand."

"Just tell your master that you should all meet me tonight at midnight by the south garden wall."

Tark shook his head. "All right but how are we even going to get out of here if we have no one to take us anywhere."

Tavish grinned. "That's why he's going to find your pilot."

Tark frowned, until he felt a hand on his shoulder. His hand flew down to his belt and he turned sharply. Another young man was standing behind him. He grinned at Tark.

"Tark this is Aidon, a good friend. Tell him where your pilot is and he'll get him."

"He's in some rented flat we have in the city."

"Can you be more specific?" Tavish asked.

"Well it's somewhere on the east side of the city, but I'd have to show you the way, and I doubt he's there."

"Give me his name, and I'll find him," Aidon said confidently.

"Duncan Larraso."

"You'll…"

Aidon cut Tavish off. "Yeah I'll get right on it. And I'll ask Petra to help."

Tavish grinned, and Tark could see a slight blush form on his face. "OK. Find your sister too, tell her to meet us at the outskirts of the ship hanger at one."

Aidon nodded and the two friends grabbed each other's forearms. Tark raised an eyebrow, and Aidon laughed. "It's what good friends do." Then without thought he repeated the gesture to Tark, who smiled and did the same. The he took off through the town.

"Now I think we should get back to the palace."

Tark nodded and they headed back.

Elliot hated to admit it but he wanted to strangle this guy. The man had no respect for anyone what so ever. Sure he had talked about a peace treaty, and it was an okay treaty if you were a Bantha. He talked about the faction as if they were animals, and basically that's how he wanted to treat them. Tora wanted all the people in the faction to live in a designated area under their own rule, but to do anything anywhere outside their "area's" perimeter, they had to come to Tora. Also they couldn't trade with anyone that Tora didn't. Which basically meant they were going to have a problem, since it looked as though everyone that Tora traded with hated the faction because it made some of their people rebel.

"Senator, please. Try to put your self in the position of the faction. A treaty is a compromise by ALL parties involved. " Elliot tried to let his frustration exhaust itself, it wasn't working.

"What? That's preposterous. I am the rightful government here. This isn't a treaty, it's a punishment." The senator was incensed.

"Now please sir, be reasonable. You asked us here to help with a treaty…" Rib was cut off.

"Yes, I asked you here. You help ME, or not help at all."

Elliot suppressed a sigh, this wasn't getting them anywhere He settled in for the long haul. 'I hate diplomacy.'