"He was killed on our... our last mission... A bounty hunter caught him with a thermal detonator... There was nothing I could do..." Gabri looked at the ground after that, actually appearing sad. A small tear ran down his cheek, completing the look. Then again, it was easier when you turned your history around for an explanation. Thermal detonators were practically the bounty hunter's trademark weapon, just as the lightsaber was the Jedi trademark. Just switch 'bounty hunter' and 'Jedi' around in his past, and you have the perfect alias. He shook his head, sniffled, wiped the tear away and looked back at her. "But I'm going to try to... put it behind me. Go on living."

Tahl nodded slowly, she felt sympathy for Gabri, loosing a Master was hard...she had almost lost her Master once...years ago. It had scared her...she couldn't stand it if her Master had been killed.

"Will the Council place you with a new Master?" She asked, gently.

He locked eyes with her, the remnants of tears glistening in his eyes and lessening the pain the contacts produced. "I don't know," he whispered. "I suppose they will, unless they think I am ready to become a Jedi Knight..." Gabri was amazed at how easily he could spin tales almost parallel to his own past. He almost found it amusing that it was so easy. He had never been much of a storyteller, but he was obviously an extremely good liar.

Of course, he couldn't stand that sympathetic tone. He'd had people feel sorry for him all his life, and he was downright sick of it. He could take perfectly fine care of himself.

Tahl nodded again, her green gold eyes studying him intently...there was something odd about Gabri, something unsettling. "Who was your Master?" She couldn't recall any Jedi Master who had been killed recently...

Gabri had to think quickly. Well, he finally had a place to put in his alias. "Corso. Dean Corso." He knew she was getting suspicious; what Jedi wouldn't be? Now he could only hope that she didn't keep up with the names of intergalactic pirates. Corso was little known, but the name still traveled far.

Tahl frowned slightly, she couldn't remember a Jedi Master by that name...she would have to talk to Yoda about it...Yoda knew them all.

"I will talk to Yoda about getting you a new Master...or to take you through the trials to become a Knight." She said. "What have you been doing since your Master was killed?"

He shrugged slightly. "Been in my quarters, mostly. Did a few odd jobs on- and off-planet... thought about a lot of things," Gabri replied. He suddenly looked over at her. "Do you remember your father at all?"

Tahl frowned slightly at this question, most Jedi didn't recall anything of their parents...she didn't. "No." She said shortly. "I was brought to the Temple at four months of age...of course I don't remember my father." It was odd that he was talking about fathers at all. "Why?"

"I don't remember mine, either," Gabri said quickly. He looked to the ground. "I wish I did, though. He must have been an amazing man, from what I've heard about him. He was a bounty hunter, the greatest in the galaxy I'm told. He died fighting. I hope I can live up to his legacy, do him justice. Get rid of the man that killed him." Now he was speaking the truth. Even if Gabri wasn't a bounty hunter, he would be the greatest, and he would have revenge. He wished Jango hadn't died, then he wouldn't have to rely on the tales of others that had known him. He knew he probably could never live up to the reputation set before him, but he would try.

After all, he was Gabriel Fett, born to carry that last name with pride.

Eh, short chapter. But I wanted to end it on that last line. It just sounded good. Gabri appears to be doing a good job of hiding his true intentions, for the time being. Hopefully the wily clone will be able to keep it up. And let's give a hand my best friend, Emily, for not just letting Tahl burst out with, "You're lying! I'm telling Yoda!" She told me she had considered that. So, a round of applause to Emily! ::claps::