Chapter 6
Layla had slept on the transport from Tattooine briefly and when she stepped off the infernal thing, she swayed from exhaustion. She stumbled, nearly falling and was caught by a man in a dark cloak. She looked up and in seeing the Sith Master's tattoos, calmly swathed herself in the force.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The Sith said, clutching her arm tighter, "I am not here to kill you." Layla's eyes reflected how much she actually believed the Sith, who, as everyone knew, were sworn to destroy ever Jedi Knight, and Padawan, that they came across. When he saw this, the Sith laughed, "I see that in your training, you have learned to trust no one."
"I don't trust murdering Sith." Layla hissed.
The Sith pulled her face to his, his eyes slitting in anger, "I am not here to kill you but if I must, I will do so. Do not make remarks about what you in your sheltered life at the Jedi Academy have learned to be as evil. I myself have never killed a Jedi. I would like to keep it as so."
Layla nodded, hiding her emotions as she had been taught, not letting them erupt, "I will come with you."
"Most excellent." the Sith nodded, "I am Kantar."
*
They arrived in the worst part of Under-Coruscant. Kantar pulled her along, glancing at Layla now and then with what seemed to the young Jedi Knight as curiosity. She shivered as she looked around, at the dank and the darkness. The sun couldn't reach this deep within Coruscant because it was too deep which meant it was always dark and filled with sallow skinned people.
She flinched away from one, an old women, a twi'lek by the look of her, and Kantar pulled her closer and gave the women a look that was filled with death. She shrank back, as if feeling the evil radiating from the Sith.
"Are you okay?" Kantar asked, looking down at her with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
She pulled away, "Id be even more okay if you'd give me my 'saber back."
"And let you sick it into my back?" He grinned, "I know you , little Layla Skywalker, you would do just that if you had a reason."
Layla pushed past him and nearly tripped. She turned to see the Sith master laughing. She cursed under her breath and walked up to him, "Can we go now?"
"Oh, Layla, your so pretty when your angry." Kantar laughed and walked toward her, "Well then, lets go.
She smirked sarcastic-angrily and walked behind him deeper into the underworld of Coruscant.
*
The arrived soon enough at an apartment. Kantar opened the door and gestured for her to enter. Layla shook her head,
"I dont think so," She said, crossing her arms in stubbornness, "Satan-spawn-ultra-Sith could be in there and..." She carried off as a thought settled on her, "And this could be a freaking trap. You could be freaking trying to kill me."
Kantar laughed, " 'Satan-spawn-ultra-Sith'? Oh," He laughed again, "Oh, you mean Rapsha. Rapsha's not here. I sent her on an errand and she wont be back for several more hours still." Then he handed her the Jedi 'saber, "Here. Maybe you can trust me now."
Layla clipped the lightsaber back to her belt and shook her head, "You are a Sith Master and I am a Jedi. You think I can trust you; ever?"
"No." Kantar said simply, following her into the apartment, "I don't think you could ever trust me." And to Layla, he sounded rather sad.
Layla had slept on the transport from Tattooine briefly and when she stepped off the infernal thing, she swayed from exhaustion. She stumbled, nearly falling and was caught by a man in a dark cloak. She looked up and in seeing the Sith Master's tattoos, calmly swathed herself in the force.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The Sith said, clutching her arm tighter, "I am not here to kill you." Layla's eyes reflected how much she actually believed the Sith, who, as everyone knew, were sworn to destroy ever Jedi Knight, and Padawan, that they came across. When he saw this, the Sith laughed, "I see that in your training, you have learned to trust no one."
"I don't trust murdering Sith." Layla hissed.
The Sith pulled her face to his, his eyes slitting in anger, "I am not here to kill you but if I must, I will do so. Do not make remarks about what you in your sheltered life at the Jedi Academy have learned to be as evil. I myself have never killed a Jedi. I would like to keep it as so."
Layla nodded, hiding her emotions as she had been taught, not letting them erupt, "I will come with you."
"Most excellent." the Sith nodded, "I am Kantar."
*
They arrived in the worst part of Under-Coruscant. Kantar pulled her along, glancing at Layla now and then with what seemed to the young Jedi Knight as curiosity. She shivered as she looked around, at the dank and the darkness. The sun couldn't reach this deep within Coruscant because it was too deep which meant it was always dark and filled with sallow skinned people.
She flinched away from one, an old women, a twi'lek by the look of her, and Kantar pulled her closer and gave the women a look that was filled with death. She shrank back, as if feeling the evil radiating from the Sith.
"Are you okay?" Kantar asked, looking down at her with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
She pulled away, "Id be even more okay if you'd give me my 'saber back."
"And let you sick it into my back?" He grinned, "I know you , little Layla Skywalker, you would do just that if you had a reason."
Layla pushed past him and nearly tripped. She turned to see the Sith master laughing. She cursed under her breath and walked up to him, "Can we go now?"
"Oh, Layla, your so pretty when your angry." Kantar laughed and walked toward her, "Well then, lets go.
She smirked sarcastic-angrily and walked behind him deeper into the underworld of Coruscant.
*
The arrived soon enough at an apartment. Kantar opened the door and gestured for her to enter. Layla shook her head,
"I dont think so," She said, crossing her arms in stubbornness, "Satan-spawn-ultra-Sith could be in there and..." She carried off as a thought settled on her, "And this could be a freaking trap. You could be freaking trying to kill me."
Kantar laughed, " 'Satan-spawn-ultra-Sith'? Oh," He laughed again, "Oh, you mean Rapsha. Rapsha's not here. I sent her on an errand and she wont be back for several more hours still." Then he handed her the Jedi 'saber, "Here. Maybe you can trust me now."
Layla clipped the lightsaber back to her belt and shook her head, "You are a Sith Master and I am a Jedi. You think I can trust you; ever?"
"No." Kantar said simply, following her into the apartment, "I don't think you could ever trust me." And to Layla, he sounded rather sad.